Page 45 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)
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A cold sweat marred Violet’s forehead and she shook out her arms. “What if they throw things at me and boo me?”
“Then they will die,” Roman said as if he hadn’t threatened to murder people for a minor infraction.
She knew he wasn’t joking, but said, “That’s not funny,” anyway.
The corner of his mouth tipped up. It was a game they played now—him threatening people and Violet pretending to not take him seriously. No casualties so far, but Violet stayed at the ready to intervene if things went sideways. She loved his protectiveness, but she also couldn’t allow him to turn the kingdom against them.
Both of their parents met them at the bunker gate, and Sarah pulled Violet into a tight hug. “I remember our coronation day.” She stepped away and Felix reached for his wife’s hand.
“Believe it or not, this one almost puked,” he said, smiling down at her.
Sarah glared at him, and he grinned wide. “I did not. Don’t scare the girl.”
Their familiar teasing loosened the knot in Violet’s chest. Every mate since the beginning of time went through this , she reminded herself.
They were also bonded to their mate from the beginning. There were those in the kingdom who did not believe she and Roman were bonded mates, and they had no real way to prove it. Roman didn’t care. Violet did. Slipping her arm through Roman’s, she breathed out a calming breath. “I’m ready.”
* * *
Everyone in the capital and many others from around the kingdom showed up for the coronation. The lore of Roman’s first mate breaking his bond and him marrying the sister had spread to all corners of Eden. A situation like theirs had never happened before.
They’d not invited the royals from other kingdoms on such short notice, but word had spread throughout the Tropical Kingdom like wildfire. A dais stood tall in front of the palace; the courtyard packed to the brim. Violet stood at Roman’s side in the middle of the platform with War sitting patiently on Violet’s other side.
Sarah stood with her husband, amplifying cone in hand, and announced Violet for all to hear. In normal circumstances, the current king and queen crowned the new king and queen, but Sarah and Felix no longer ruled the kingdom, Roman did. Therefore, he’d be crowning his own queen.
He stepped forward and took the crown from his father’s hands and turned to the crowd, refusing the amplifying cone. His booming voice carried far enough to count. “There is no better woman to be my soulmate, wife, and queen than Violet Maekin Covington. I have known this since I was twelve years old.” He paused to survey the crowd, daring them to object. “When the rebels attacked, it was Violet who insisted those who cannot fight be sheltered in our home. When the townspeople of a nearby village stood by while men beat my wife, it was she who insisted the children be led away. It was she who saved the life of two of the people responsible for her attack.”
Cheers rippled through the crowd, and Violet’s throat tightened with gratitude that was squashed by an angry shout. “ Marrying her is an abomination. ”
War growled, and Violet clutched at her chest as Roman’s fury ripped through her—a feeling so strong, it stole her ability to speak. Regardless of her mate’s white hot rage singeing Violet from the inside out, Roman’s face remained impassive. Violet tried to soothe his anger through the bond, but nothing changed.
He clasped his hands behind his back and said diplomatically, “If anyone has grievances with the crowning of my wife, please bring them to the front and I will hear your reasoning.”
Violet moved to the other side of the dais toward Sarah and Felix. “You have to do something.”
Felix looked worried, but Sarah looked proud. “You don’t understand,” Violet insisted. “His emotions are scorching me from the inside out.”
Sarah reached over and patted her arm. “Let him protect you in the only way he knows how.”
Violet balked. “The only way he knows how is murder.”
Sarah lifted a shoulder. “So be it.”
“It’s no use,” Felix explained on a sigh. “They’re just alike.”
The blood drained from Violet’s face at the realization no one would, or could, stop him. “Oh shit.”
Only the objector and his friend pushed their way to the front. Violet knew more people agreed with them, but they must not be suicidal.
Roman motioned for the men to stand on the dais. Once satisfied, he walked to Violet. “I need you to stand with War.”
She glanced between Roman and the men. “You can’t kill them.”
Roman’s lips quirked. “I’m not going to.” He pressed a hand to his heart. “I promise.” He’d never lied to her, but his rage still burned bright.
Pursing her lips, she moved back to the middle of the dais next to War. Roman might not kill the men, but he would hurt them, of that, she was sure.
The men looked around, one of them having the good sense to be nervous, while the other remained unaware that the unhinged king had lured him into a trap.
“If you have an issue with my wife being your queen, you will state your reasoning,” Roman announced loud enough for everyone up front to hear.
The first man rambled about the sanctity of the mate bond, the dangers of diluting the royal bloodline, and how Roman should find his original mate and force her to marry him. With every word, Roman’s internal inferno grew, as did War’s growls, and Violet almost told the man to shut up to ease the ache in her chest.
“And you?” Roman asked the other man, who paled.
“I, uh, I agree,” he stammered.
Roman smiled without warmth. “Please turn to my wife so that you may look her in the eye as you denounce her.”
The first man spun around, and the sneer on his face had Violet stepping back. The other man turned but kept his eyes on the ground. Roman placed himself in front of the men and turned to address the audience. “Their complaints have been heard.” He withdrew his sword. “And denied.” Faster than Violet could track, Roman cut the tendons above their knees in one fell swoop. They both cried out and crumpled to the ground with rivulets of blood running down their legs.
Violet screamed and covered her mouth. She’d known he would hurt them, yet it shocked her all the same. Searching the sea of faces around her, she spotted Slayton and called his name. “Fetch a healer. Hurry.” Her friend saluted her with a wink and disappeared into the crowd.
Why does everyone act like Roman’s actions aren’t disturbing?
He grabbed both men by their collars and dragged them down the steps of the dais, throwing them to the ground.
The king re-ascended the steps, took the crown from his mother, and zeroed in on Violet. Closing the distance between them, he placed the crown on her head and projected his voice to the stunned crowd. “If you refuse to accept your queen, you will forever kneel before her.”
His gaze held Violet hostage as he dropped to one knee and bowed his head. The crowd followed suite, lowering to the ground like a wave rolling toward the shore. Even War laid on his belly at her feet. Violet’s heart nearly beat out of her chest, and when Roman lifted his head, that blasted organ jumped right into her throat.
He reached for her hand and pressed it to his chest. “I will spend the rest of my life on my knees for you, Your Grace.”
Fighting against the stinging in her eyes and nose, she lowered herself to the ground. “And I, you, but I’m not calling you Your Grace.”
Laughter burst out of him, and he yanked her into a deep kiss. She knew her love flowed down the bond to him, just as his filled every part of her.
A throat cleared behind them, jerking them from their little bubble. “It’s time to present the people with their queen,” Sarah said fondly and rejoined her husband.
Together, Roman and Violet stood and walked to the edge of the dais. Roman held up their joined hands and boomed, “Long live Queen Violet!”
The crowd erupted with cheers and clapping, and to Violet’s surprise, she saw genuine happiness on the faces of their people.
* * *
“No one is to enter the throne room,” Roman instructed the man and woman guarding the throne room doors. He dug into his pocket and pulled out balls of cotton. “And put these in your ears.”
The guards hesitantly took the cotton from his open palm, dutifully stuck it in their ears, and promised to guard the doors with their lives.
“Was that really necessary?” Violet asked Roman once he’d closed the doors. “I don’t think visiting the throne room requires an infantry on high alert. Why are we here anyway?”
Roman said nothing as he led her to their thrones. Two oversized high-back chairs made of solid gold with purple velvet cushions covering the back and seat. He positioned himself behind her and kissed her neck. “We need to bless our thrones.”
She laughed and reached back to hook her hand around the back of his neck. “And how do we do that, prince ?”
Smoothing his hand across her silky skin, he dipped one hand into the front of her dress and cupped her breast. “By coating them with the queen’s cum.”
Lust overcame her, and she covered his hand with hers and squeezed. “And yours.”
He hummed against her neck and straightened, removing his hands from her body. “My cum belongs inside of you, and nowhere else.”
Violet hesitated because now that they were married, they needed an heir. “I need to tell you something.” Roman froze and she twisted to look at him. “It’s nothing bad,” she rushed, “and I should have told you sooner, but I didn’t think about it. I’m on a tonic to prevent pregnancy.”
Roman’s eyes danced, and he moved closer, pressing his hard cock against her. “Is that all?”
She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to figure him out. “Well, yes. I know we have to have an heir, but I’m not ready for children yet, and I’ve been on it since I started dating Dom—”
“Do not say his fucking name, or I’ll redden your ass,” Roman warned in a growly voice that made her clit throb. “I’ve been on a tonic from the first time I thought about fucking you.”
Violet’s mouth popped open with surprise, and Roman slipped two fingers inside. She instinctually closed her lips and sucked. “I knew once I had you, I wouldn’t want to share you for a very long time.” Removing his fingers from her mouth, he used his other hand to gather her skirt while he slipped his fingers between her thighs. “You can stop taking yours. We’re safe.”
Violet took her skirt from him, held it at her waist, and lifted her leg to hike around his waist. He wrapped his free arm around her to hold her steady and continued to slowly run his slick fingers between her folds. He had a habit of teasing her with the lightest touches, and she both loved and hated it at the same time.
“Please,” she begged, canting her hips forward.
Roman dipped his head to capture her lips and ghosted the tips of his fingers across her entrance. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his arm, pushing it against her.
“Needy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, refusing to give her what she wanted. “You’re not wet enough.”
Bullshit. She bit into the tattooed flesh of his neck, careful to avoid his healing brand. For whatever reason, Roman loved biting, and she knew he would lose control if she marked him.
Roman groaned, and the ground disappeared from beneath her, his fingers plunging into her pussy. She threw her head back with a long moan and tried to press herself against his hand.
“You’re impatient tonight, wife.” He withdrew his fingers and set her on one of the thrones. “I need to teach you a lesson in patience.”
He lowered to his knees in front of the throne and licked a line from her inner thigh to the juncture of her thighs, stopping just before her pussy.
She wrapped her thighs around his head to prevent him from pulling back. “Do not tease me.”
His large hands wrapped around her thighs and pried them open. He nipped at the inside of her thigh, then leaned forward, running his warm tongue the length of her cunt. Violet clutched the arms of the throne.
The man teased her for an unnecessary amount of time, dipping his tongue in every valley, skimming over her sensitive skin with torturous care. He’d tease her clit with the lightest flicks of his tongue, and when she neared her climax, he’d lightly suck, stopping just short of her release.
“Roman, please,” she begged, and the asshole smiled against her.
“Patience,” he chided playfully. “Your cunt missed me and needs attention.”
“We fucked this morning,” Violet protested, moving her hips the best she could.
He pulled back and stuck out his bottom lip. “Are you saying she doesn’t miss me?” He looked down and ran his thumb across her clit and sighed. “We can stop.”
Violet grabbed a handful of Roman’s hair and shoved his head back between her legs. “I will fucking kill you.”
He laughed hard enough to tickle her pussy, and she squirmed at the feeling. Finally, he pushed his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with his mouth in earnest. Running a hot trail to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and pushed two thick fingers inside her.
A violent orgasm ripped through her, seizing her muscles and forcing her back to arch. He didn’t relent, and she thought she might, alternating between wanting him to keep going and needing him to stop. Too much. It was too much.
His movements slowed, and her body twitched, her legs still drawn up, until he finally released her. The shit-eating grin on his face said he knew the pleasurable pain he’d put her through.
Standing, he reached around her and tugged her skirt out from under her, hooked his hands under arms, and pushed her to the back of the throne in an upright position.
“What are you doing?”
He grasped her hips and dragged her forward, the soft velvet assaulting her too-sensitive skin. “Blessing the throne.”
Violet climbed off the large chair and heated at the sight of the damp streak down the middle of the seat. “I thought you were kidding.”
Roman moved her like a doll to stand in front of the other throne and slowly removed her dress. “One more to go.”
“Isn’t this your throne?” she asked with a coy smile.
He caressed her backside and squeezed. “It is. Think you can soak me again?”
She’d never admit it to him, but she’d asked her friends about squirting to see if she could do it again on command. Slayton had jumped up and asked if she wanted Roman to murder him. Apparently, sex talk with Slayton was off limits.
Griff wouldn’t know, so she asked her two new friends, Dani and Kaylie. Kaylie was oddly obsessed with body fluids, especially cum and spit, and immediately launched into an explanation on squirting.
Nothing guaranteed Violet could do it again, but she’d try. A sharp sting yanked her from her thoughts. Roman chuckled and licked the new bite mark on her ass. “Get on your back.”
Violet’s nipples stood erect at his commanding tone, but instead of obeying, she flipped around and lifted her chin. “I want to be on top.”
He dropped his shirt to the ground and stepped out of his pants. “I need you on bottom to get as much cum on my seat as possible.”
“You’re really serious about the cum seats,” she mumbled. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she prayed her cheeks weren’t blistering red. “It’s easier to squirt if I’m on top.”
Roman’s movements ceased, even his breathing. The silence stretched on for too long, and Violet lost her nerve. “Never mind.” She started to climb onto the throne, but a large hand stopped her.
Roman cleared his throat, his voice gravelly. “If you say shit like that, I’ll come before I’m inside you.”
She snapped her gaze to his. “You’d like that?”
Roman closed his eyes and groaned. “Baby, I want to coat every inch of my body with it.” Moving her aside, he sat on the throne and lounged back. “Drop that pretty cunt on my cock and ride me like a good girl.”
Once she’d positioned herself over his swollen head, she looked him in the eye and impaled herself to the hilt. Roman hissed and latched onto her hips. “Fuck.”
As always, she gave herself a moment to adjust, then rolled her hips. She needed to hit her spot inside and her clit at the same time. It didn’t take long to find her rhythm, and if she leaned back and pressed on her lower stomach, she hit them both.
Roman leaned forward and latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise and whispering words of encouragement.
You’re doing good, baby.
Just like that.
Fuck, you’re perfect.
Ride me harder. Yeah, like that.
She rose higher and higher, her cunt pulsing tighter and tighter. Bearing down, she felt the release of fluid as she exploded and cried out. Roman took control, slamming her on his dick faster until he stood quickly and shouted her name, filling her completely.
He slowed his movements until she’d milked every last drop from his cock. “Damn, princess.”
Violet giggled into his neck and lifted her head to kiss lips. “Why did you stand up?”
“Didn’t want it to mix with yours on my seat.” He turned toward the throne and unseated himself to place her on the ground. “Look what you did,” he said with pride.
She flipped around and gaped at the huge wet spot darkening the purple cushion. Looking from one throne to the other, she noticed the consistency wasn’t the same. “I don’t think that’s cum. It’s too watery.” She gasped and flipped around. “Oh my gods, did I pee all over you?”
Roman moved her out of the way, leaned down, and licked the wet spot. “Nope, that’s all you.” He licked it again and straightened. “Tastes like you, not piss, but you’re right, it’s thinner.”
“I can’t believe you licked that.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do you know what pee tastes like?”
Without answering her, he scooped up his pants and pulled them on. “We need to get home.”
Violet looked around and picked up her dress. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Tugging on his shirt, he shot her a devilish grin. “We need to bless every piece of furniture in our house.”