Page 27 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
DARCY
A s the soft morning light filters through the curtains, I stir awake, the feel of warm hands wrapped around my midsection.
For a moment, I linger in the calm serenity, bathed in a feeling of peace I’d not felt in a long time.
The events of last night play back in my head and a smile tugs at my lips as I stretch slightly, Kellan’s arm tightening around me, trying to keep me from moving.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this relaxed. Even the ever-present tension in my chest feels lighter.
I know that last night didn’t magically fix everything. There are still unanswered questions, lingering doubts, and things I’ve kept buried that he still doesn’t know about yet.
But last night felt like the start of something new, like we were finally on the same page for once.
I glance over at Kellan, his face softer in his sleep, and smile, brushing his hair off his forehead.
Shifting carefully out of his grip, I slip out of the bed and wrap myself in my blue silk robe before padding toward Rose’s room.
She’s already awake, her little arm tucked protectively in a sling while she plays quietly with some tiny dolls.
“Good morning, Petal,” I say, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
Her sleepy little smile is worth the late night and the early start. Helping her into something comfortable, I carry her into the kitchen.
Kellan appears, barefoot and rumpled while Rose chugs her orange juice and I push the eggs around the pan—scrambled, just the way Rosie likes them.
“Good morning, Darce,” he says, leaning down to kiss me, pulling me close.
“Careful,” I tease after I break away. “You don’t want burned eggs.”
“If it means getting a little more time with you, then I’ll take my chances,” he flirts back. My smile grows wider, and I glance over to see Rose sticking her fingers in the bottom of her cup.
Before I can say anything, Kellan swoops in. “Oh, boy, that looks like fun, but how about we wash our hands before breakfast?” he offers.
The rest of the morning is spent in a whirlwind, getting Rose cleaned up after breakfast, getting dressed, and then the two of us head off for our respective workdays.
Despite being busy at work, my thoughts constantly drift to Kellan and how amazing last night was, especially waking up next to him. I find myself excited to see him again tonight, practically rushing through the last meeting of the day so I can wrap things up and head home.
Once I get home, Rose is bouncing off the walls, excited to tell me about all the things she and Doreen did during the day.
I dismiss Doreen and the maid, wanting to make dinner myself tonight, and when Kellan comes home, he pulls me in for a searing kiss, the promise of more later tonight in his eyes.
It’s clear I wasn’t the only one thinking about last night all day.
By the time we get Rose ready for bed, the two of us are practically antsy. We’ve been exchanging heated glances and lingering touches all evening.
Once we’re alone in the bedroom, Kellan pulls me into him, pressing his mouth to mine, hands already tugging at my blouse.
My hands fly up to Kellan’s chest, pulling open each button on his shirt, and soon, we’re both naked, kissing furiously on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I say, my voice soft and breathy before I cup his face in my hands and drag him in for another kiss.
When we break apart, Kellan gives me a heated look, biting his lip. “What do you want, Darcy?” he asks, his voice heavy with desire.
A sudden burst of an idea flashes through my mind. “You know what I’d really like?” I purr, my tone turning seductive.
He reaches out, running a thumb over my lower lip. “What would you like, Wildflower?”
“I want you to spank me,” I say, leaning into the touch. “I’ve got the urge to be tied up and spanked, Daddy.”
Kellan flashes a look of surprise, brow furrowing for a moment before his features smooth out and his lips quirk upward into a grin. “Ah, I see. My princess wants to be punished for thinking about Daddy all day long without his permission?”
I nod, pressing my chest into his as I look into his eyes. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl, Daddy. Spank me.”
Kellan reaches out, fisting a handful of my hair at the back of my scalp, tugging my head back so he can look me in the eyes. “Get on your knees,” he growls, blue eyes turning darker. “You’re going to take five swats, Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mewl out, shifting so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed.
“What’s your color?” he asks as he moves to stand behind me.
“Green, Daddy,” I tell him, turning to look over my shoulder. Kellan’s eyes are hooded as he takes in the sight of me, naked, baring my ass for him as he stands there. He reaches back and I turn forward, shutting my eyes and bracing myself for the sting.
“That’s one,” he calls, his voice low as his hand makes contact with my ass, a loud crack filling the room. The pain is instantaneous, sharp, and stinging, and I suck in a breath as he rubs his hand over the spot he smacked.
A rush of air is all the warning I get before his hand is making contact with my ass again, calling out, “That’s two!”
The sting is slightly more painful this time, leaving a faint heat behind.
He pulls his hand back and gives me a third, stopping to rub over the spot, which is starting to burn.
It feels good, though, teetering between the precipice of pleasure and pain like this, and I’m so wet I can feel it as my thighs rub together.
As the fourth makes contact, I gasp, arching forward, the pain getting to be just this side of too much.
“Don’t move,” he reprimands, pulling me back by my leg. “Or you’ll get more.”
The warning tone of his voice pulses through me, making my sex throb, craving this darker side of Kellan. I’ve seen how angry he can get, but seeing the domineering, controlling side of him in the bedroom is new.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whine, trying to steady myself on my hands and knees.
“Last one,” he advises. “This one is going to be the worst of it, Wildflower. Can you take it?”
I nod, though he can’t see it, and brace myself.
He places his hand on my ass, letting it linger there. “I need to hear you say it,” he orders.
“Please give me my last spanking, Daddy! I need it. I want it!” I burst out, craving the release.
Kellan brings his hand back, and the slap resounds through the room, bringing tears to my eyes. The pain is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It hurts so much but at the same time, my blood sings, the pleasure overwhelming me.
Once he’s done, he pulls me into his lap, whispering words of encouragement into my ear. “You did so well, Princess. Such a good job. You made Daddy very happy. How do you feel?”
“Felt good,” I tell him. “Want you to fuck me,” I add, sniffling as he brushes the few stray tears from my eyes.
Kellan moans, leaning down to place a hard kiss against my lips. “You’re insatiable, Wildflower,” he teases, lifting my chin to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to try a position that will make your ass hurt less or more?”
I consider it for a moment, then grin. “More, please, Daddy.”
Kellan huffs a little chuckle. “Thought you’d say that.” He shifts me off his lap and sits back, bracing himself on his hands. “Come here,” he says, beckoning me with a jerk of his chin.
I scoot forward, and he adjusts his hands, bringing one up to lift one leg, and then the other, over his shoulders. His cock is thick and heavy, bobbing against his stomach with every movement, and I lick my lips, eager to have it inside me.
“Now lean back,” he directs me. I start leaning back on my hands, and he moves as well, so we’re both braced on our wrists. This position feels a little awkward at first, but then he starts moving and I immediately understand what he’s doing.
It forces me to move as well, the sheets chafing against my already bruised ass, leaving me moaning and desperate.
“Oh, yes!” I cry out, getting into it. Our bodies slap together, my thighs burning with the effort of holding them up, and Kellan’s eyes are trained on mine, making the position feel even more intense.
The slaps echo in the air, carrying the sounds of my moans and his guttural grunts.
It’s primal, animalistic, and utterly fucking amazing.
His hips move faster, rubbing my ass against the sheets with every slam.
The angle is so deep, just the way I love, and I feel my body already climbing the hill of pleasure.
“Kellan!” I cry out, matching him thrust for thrust. “Don’t stop!”
“Oh, God, Darcy, you’re so tight, so wet,” he cries out.
His eyes bore into mine, and I feel connected to him on a whole new level, even as we fuck like wild animals.
The bed starts shaking and the headboard bangs against the wall.
I send up a silent prayer of gratitude that Rose’s room is on the other end of the hall, far enough away that she can’t hear anything, and my body starts to crest the top of the hill, the wet, squelching noises spurring my arousal on even harder.
“Darcy!” Kellan shouts, his voice low and hoarse. He snaps his hips one more time into mine and goes still, body spasming as he releases into me. I throw my head back, reveling in how much seed he always pumps inside my pussy. I always feel almost bloated with how full I am by the end.
Once he’s done, he lies back, moving my legs back down, and pulls me forward until my pussy is over his face. He starts licking in earnest, encouraging me to bounce on him and use him while he holds me down.
Being in this position has my pussy clenching as I start the rapid climb once more, my whole body aching with desire as Kellan tongue-fucks me. The peak hits and I cry out, stifling my gasp with my fist against my mouth as the waves of pleasure crash over me, seemingly endless.
He continues licking me through the aftershocks until my overly-sensitive pussy can’t take anymore and I pull away to lie next to him.
“Oh, my God, Kellan. You have no idea how good that felt.”
“I aim to please,” he teases, winking at me. I nudge into him and giggle, utterly spent. As we lie there, I think back to all the things that we still have to sort out, but for now, all I want to do is bask in the afterglow.
“You think we could do another date night this weekend?” I offer tentatively instead, my heart squeezing in my chest as I look up at him.
“I’ll try my best,” Kellan says, then takes my hand in his. “But there’s a lot going on right now. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep.”
I nod, understanding where he’s coming from. “Okay, how about we play it by ear then?” I offer.
He reaches down to kiss me, then pulls back. “Yeah, that sounds good. And if I can’t, then when things settle down, how about we go somewhere?”
“Like where?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
“Maybe a belated honeymoon,” he offers. “You deserve it for putting up with all this.”
I like the sound of that, so I snuggle against him and yawn, content with the way things are going. We might have more to discuss, but at least I know that Kellan wants more, just like I do.