Page 35 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
DARCY
K ellan’s arms are wrapped around me, and I want more. I need more. Everything has been so crazy lately, and the only constant in my life is him, is this simmering tension between us. It’s the only thing I can rely on.
I lift one knee, allowing his cock to bump up against my sex as he teases the downy, soft hairs on my pubis. It’s heavenly, having him close like this. I’ve even managed to put everything else out of my mind.
The sensations are too much and yet not enough at the same time. I need more. “Kellan,” I beg, wanting him to push inside me already.
He sighs, the sound quiet and soft in the dimly lit room, then begins to press himself into me, sliding in easily after two orgasms. My body is singing as he begins to slowly press inside me, testing the waters, so to speak.
With a gentle rhythm, he starts to rock his hips back and forth, hands moving over my breasts, down to my stomach, then back up again to hold me close.
I feel his breath on my skin as he leans forward against my shoulder, watching my stomach bulge ever so slightly each time his cock pushes deep inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I’m so deep inside you. Look how deep I am.”
“You feel so good, so deep,” I echo, my tone almost whiny as I press a hand over the soft bulge. “You’re all the way here.”
The words seem to spur him on because he starts to move a little faster now, his fingers moving across my breasts more insistently, flicking the nipples before twisting them in his fingers.
“Oh, yes,” he moans. “Oh, Darcy, fuck. You’re so tight. No matter how many times I’m deep in your pussy, you’re always so tight for me.”
I love it when he tells me how tight I am like I’m made for him, made for his cock to carve out a space in my cunt. My pussy throbs, and I move my hand down, stroking my clit in tight little circles as his hips start to nudge into mine, balls slapping against the backs of my thighs.
“Kellan!” I cry out, moving my fingers faster. I need more, I need him deep inside me again. I want him so deep that he can never leave me, so deep that I’m just a living sex toy for his cock.
His hips piston in and out now, the wet smacking noises filling the room as we come together over and over again.
The familiar pressure starts to build, and he changes position slightly, angling his cock so it’s rubbing against the spot inside me that pushes me over the edge, spilling slick all over him.
I come with a shout, his name on my lips. “Oh, yes!”
He pushes into me once, twice more, then freezes up, hands moving down to my hips to hold me in place while he sends a load deep into my awaiting womb.
The two of us lie there long enough to start to drift off, the pull of sleep too great to resist any longer after our exertions. I’m exhausted and content to stay in this position until morning.
But I wake up a few hours later with a start, the room spinning as panic claws at my chest. The dream was vivid, too real, a nightmare that has me feeling like the walls are closing in.
I can still hear the echoes of it in my head—like they’re following me into the waking world.
I gasp for air, my heart thundering in my chest, the familiar quiet of the room suddenly too much.
My body trembles, a shiver running down my spine as I push myself upright in bed, my eyes frantically scanning the darkness. I reach out, but the space next to me is cold.
I can’t breathe. My thoughts spiral, too jumbled to make sense of. My throat is tight, my breaths shallow, and I have to force myself to swallow against the lump that’s formed there.
“Darcy?”
His voice is groggy from just waking up, but there’s a softness there, a concern that makes me realize I’ve been holding my breath. I breathe out slowly and the sound of his voice grounds me.
“You’re safe,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ve got you.”
Kellan’s arm wraps around me, pulling me close, his warmth a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed so badly.
I press my face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming the chaos inside me.
My hands grip the front of his shirt, desperate for his closeness, the safety I feel when I’m near him.
“Bad dream?” he murmurs, his voice low, still thick with sleep.
I nod against him, too embarrassed to speak the words aloud. I don't want him to see me like this, shaken and fragile, especially after everything we’ve been through. But the weight of the dream still presses on me, suffocating and real. The fear lingers, and I can’t shake it.
Kellan holds me, his arms tightening around me as if he can keep all the darkness at bay. I close my eyes and let myself melt into him, letting his heartbeat lull me into a calmer state.
His fingers brush through my hair, gently, soothingly.
“Distract me,” I beg. “I don’t want to go back to sleep yet.”
“How do you want me to distract you?” he asks, stroking a hand down my back.
I turn to face him, the moonlight illuminating his face in profile. He’s got a strong nose, a sloping forehead, and long lashes, I observe. He’s handsome, but there’s almost a prettiness to it as well.
“I want to feel you inside me again,” I tell him.
He pulls back a little, studying my face. “Are you sure? I can, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yes, I want this,” I tell him. “Do something that makes me forget all about my bad dream.”
He nods slowly, easing himself out of the bed as he heads for the dresser, searching for something in his top drawer.
“How about this?” he asks. “I’ve always wanted to try it with a partner.” He holds up the small, pink, silicone device. It’s curved, one end larger than the other. “This side goes into you, and then it curves up and the other side rests against your clit.”
“Where do you fit?” I ask, curious as he brings it over to me.
“I go in behind it,” he says, a soft smirk on his face when he sees my surprise.
The idea sends a thrill down my spine, and I roll over onto my back, spreading my thighs for him.
It’s a mess down there, sticky and wet from before, so when he pushes the toy in, then slips in behind it, there’s no stretch, no pain, just the feeling of being incredibly full.
He switches the toy on, and it sends electric sparks up and down my body, nerves alight as he presses himself fully against me, the two of us barely needing to move as the toy vibrates around us, doing all the work.
My body thrums, the heat coiling in my gut. All thoughts of my bad dream have flown right out of my head as the toy works while Kellan ruts against me, the two of us making short, aborted movements as we revel in the sensations around us.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper. “This is so good. I love this toy,” I say, my words punctuated with little pants as I bend my knees to take him deeper inside.
It doesn’t take long for the sensations to completely overwhelm me, and I find myself slipping off the edge before I realize.
“Oh, my God!” I whisper, clutching at Kellan’s arms. “Fuck, that was intense.”
Kellan follows right behind me, his cock pulsating once, twice inside me before he’s spurting ropes of cum deep inside, coming apart with a grunt.
We break apart and lie back, panting as we catch our breath. I pull the toy out and discard it next to me on the bed.
My body feels sticky and sweaty, and I know I need a shower, so I turn to look at Kellan, giving him wide, puppy eyes. “Can we shower together?” I ask, tracing a finger along his chest. He nods, and the two of us head for the shower, needing to clean up.
The warm water from the shower still clings to my skin as I step out, Kellan’s towel draped around my body.
I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t shy away.
Not now, not after everything we've shared tonight.
His touch lingers on my back as he gently dries my hair, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, as if he wants to keep me here in this quiet bubble where nothing exists except the two of us.
Kellan pulls me into his arms as we slip back into bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. He brushes a hand over my cheek, his gaze soft as he watches me.
“You should get some more sleep,” he murmurs, his voice rough from the night we’ve shared. “You’ll need the rest for the day ahead.”
I nod, even though my mind is already a thousand miles away, spinning with thoughts of my father and the decision I’ll have to make. But Kellan’s warmth wraps around me like a comfort I don’t deserve, and I let myself fall into it, letting my eyelids flutter closed.
I wake up long before the sun, the room still dark but light enough for me to see the outline of Kellan’s sleeping form next to me.
His face is relaxed, peaceful, his body stretched out across the bed, a faint smile on his lips as he sleeps.
I take a moment to look at him, drinking in the sight of him, feeling the warmth of his presence even in his sleep.
I should stay and enjoy this moment of quiet with him, but there’s a weight in my chest that pulls me away.
There’s still so much to do. I need to pack some stuff, I need to go see my father, and there’s no time to linger.
Sliding out of bed as carefully as I can, not wanting to wake him, I grab my clothes from the chair.
I get dressed quickly, my movements automatic as I slip into some linen coveralls and a warm sweater, my hands shaking slightly as I zip up my bag. I place a soft kiss on Kellan’s forehead, brushing the hair from his face. “I’ll be back soon,” I whisper, even though I know he won’t hear me.
Turning, I slip quietly out of the room and make my way into Rose’s room. My daughter is still sleeping soundly, her little face tucked into her pillow, completely unaware of what’s going on with the rest of the world.
I lean over and kiss her gently on the cheek, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I love you, Petal,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
I stand there for a moment longer, taking in her peacefulness.
She’s so innocent in all this. It almost feels wrong to leave her, to walk out of this house with everything still up in the air.
But there’s no choice. Right now, Max needs me.
I can’t bear the thought of him lying in that hospital bed, all alone, wasting away from the disease that’s ravaging his body.
I have to be there for him right now. I have to be with him.
With one last look, I walk out the door, my heart heavy in my chest.