Page 50 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
KELLAN
I t’s been a few months since everything with the Russians settled down, and for the most part, things have been calm. I don’t trust calm. It always feels like the quiet before the storm, but for now, I’m grateful. The last few months have been a breath of fresh air.
Darcy’s been focused on her book, Rose has started at a new preschool, a Montessori school, and I’ve been busy with the new casino. We’re finally breaking ground next month.
As I sit in my office going over some paperwork, my phone rings. I glance down and see that Darcy is calling me. I’m confused since it’s the middle of the day, but I answer it quickly, expecting to hear about some small thing with Rose or a question about dinner.
“Kellan,” she says, “Can you come home?”
Immediately, my heart skips a beat. The worry creeps in fast, and my mind races with a thousand possibilities. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
She chuckles, a smile in her voice. “Everything’s fine. Just come home when you can. I have a surprise for you.”
I exhale in relief, though I’m still confused. “A surprise?”
“Yeah,” she says, sounding almost giddy now. “Just hurry home. It’s important.”
Too impatient to stay at work a moment longer, I grab my keys and head out the door, my mind buzzing. What could it be?
When I get home, the apartment is quiet and I make my way into the kitchen, where Darcy is standing, holding something in her hands, a smile on her face. When she sees me, her smile grows even bigger.
“Hey,” I say, approaching her with a knot of uncertainty. “What’s all this?”
Darcy’s eyes twinkle with excitement as she walks over to me, holding the thing up for me to see. “Look!” she says, excitement in her voice.
She hands me the item, and my gaze falls on it immediately.
It’s the mocked-up cover for her book, the one about the little girl and her grandfather, Henry and Emma .
The cover art is beautiful, colorful, and full of life.
It’s almost surreal to see it finished, and I feel an overwhelming sense of pride for her.
“That’s amazing,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “You did it.”
She nods, clearly pleased, but then she steps closer to me, a mischievous smile on her face. “That’s not the surprise, Kellan.”
I blink at her in confusion. “No?” I ask, my mind trying to catch up.
She shakes her head, still smiling. “Nope.”
Then, with a deep breath, she takes my hands and pulls them gently to her stomach. And just like that, the confusion is replaced with something else.
“Kellan,” she says, her voice soft but filled with excitement, “I’m pregnant.”
The words hit in waves, emotions crashing together at once from love, to joy, to excitement. My heart skips, my breath catches, and for a moment, I can’t say anything.
A baby. Another kid.
It takes me a second to process it all, but when I finally find my voice, I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “You’re serious?”
She nods, her smile widening, her eyes shining with happiness. “Yes, Kellan. I’m pregnant.”
I laugh out loud, a mixture of disbelief and pure joy bubbling up inside me. “We’re having another baby. How about that?”
Her laugh is warm, her hands still resting on mine. “Are you happy?”
I nod, excitement building in my chest. “Maybe this one is a boy,” I joke, squeezing her hand.
She raises an eyebrow at me, clearly unimpressed with my humor. “Uh-huh, sure. Because I don’t have enough of you to deal with already?”
I laugh again, shaking my head. “No, no. Just kidding. I’ll be happy either way, as long as they’re healthy.”
I pull her into my arms, lifting her off the ground as I spin her around. I can’t help it. I’m overjoyed. I kiss her slowly, holding her close.
“I can’t believe it,” I murmur against her lips, my hands running over her back as I pull her closer. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” I say, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. “This is everything. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I thought you might feel that way,” she teases, leaning up to kiss me again.
I hold her tighter, kissing her back, my heart swelling with happiness. “You’re amazing,” I tell her. “Let me show you just how amazing you are.” I scoop her up and carry her off to the bedroom, already tugging off my blasted tie with one hand as I shut the door.
Once inside, I lay her on the bed and take my time lavishing her body with kisses across every exposed surface as I slowly peel her clothes off. When she’s lying before me, naked and writhing, I step back and shrug out of my clothes much more quickly before returning to her side.
“What do you want?” I ask, tracing a thumb over her lip. Her blue eyes gaze at me in wonder, almost hypnotized by watching the way my fingers move across her face. “What do you want to do today, hmm?”
“I want you to take me apart, slowly,” she whispers. “I want to live in this perfect moment with you as long as possible.”
I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I can do that, Wildflower,” I whisper back, my tone tender and warm.
My hands reach out to frame her body, bending down to kiss her again with gentle swipes of my tongue across her lips.
She grants me entrance to her mouth, and I slip my tongue inside, running it over hers as one arm moves, my hand tracing a pattern over her thigh.
Her body trembles as my mouth moves to kiss her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. My tongue darts out, swirling around the shell of her ear as my fingers move up her thigh, teasing her pussy lips open.
Darcy’s hands stroke over my back, slow and gentle as I open her lips and start to explore her slick center, rubbing her clit and sliding down to her entrance to tease a finger inside.
Breathy little pants escape her lips and she draws her knees up, spreading her thighs apart for me.
“Oh, Kellan,” she sighs, and I feel a rush of desire lick through me at the sound of my name on her lips.
“Say it again,” I whisper, my lips near her ear.
She shivers and obeys, saying my name like a reverent prayer. “Kellan.”
“Again,” I order, my fingers pressing deeper inside her.
“Kellan!” she cries out, writhing under me. I smirk and kiss her lips, my body thrumming with desire.
As I gaze at her, it occurs to me that I get to see her belly grow round with our child this time. I’m so excited that she’s pregnant that I can hardly contain myself. I wonder if I would have been like this the first time and shake my head internally, deciding not to go down that road.
Right here and now, I have everything I could have ever wanted right at my fingertips, and I’m going to take advantage by taking Darcy apart slowly like she requested. My thumb twists and I’m stroking her bud, the fleshy pearl glistening with arousal, slick already seeping from her cunt.
Her body tenses and I pull back, refusing to let it end so quickly. At her shocked expression, I grin, my lip curling playfully.
“You wanted this to last,” I say, reminding her of what she asked for. “I’m going to edge you until you’re absolutely begging me to give it to you, darlin’.”
Darcy looks affronted at that idea, clamping her lips shut. I smirk, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her now. My fingers stroke her pussy like an instrument, sliding in and out of her slickened passage as I use my other hand to toy with her clit at the same time.
Every time she starts to rock her hips against my hand, I slow down and every time her breathing grows more shallow, I pull back. I see the frustration mounting in her eyes but she stubbornly refuses to give in yet, keeping her mouth closed.
It’s the third or fourth time she’s gotten close to the edge by the time the cracks start to show. Tears gather in her eyes, the desperation obvious with the way she rolls her hips, the way she arches her back, fingers digging into the sheets below.
“Kellan,” she whines, voice low and needy.
“Yes?” I ask, cocking my head as I stroke more insistently against her inner walls.
She shivers but pinches her lips together, still refusing to give in, and shakes her head. I know she wants it badly, but I think she likes this little game we play, the push and pull, the back and forth.
I’m starting to grow impatient myself, wanting to be buried in her tight, wet cunt already, but Darcy still won’t give in. So I up the ante and I shift downward, pressing my face between her thighs as I lick across her heated flesh.
A tiny wail punctures the silence of the room and she finally breaks. “Daddy,” she moans. “Please, please give me more, please fuck me. I need you, please, I’m begging for it now.”
I pull away and sit up, taking in the sight of her. A flush stains her cheeks pink, the sting of humiliated tears in her eyes, but I gather her up, shushing her and cooing praise as I line myself up at her entrance and sink inside.
Relief washes over the both of us and I press forward, gripping her hips in my hands as I begin to fuck her cunt in earnest. “That’s right, darlin’, you’re mine, you’re all mine. I love it when you’re desperate for me. I love watching you fall apart for me, sweetheart.”
Now that she’s finally gotten what she wanted, she’s no longer holding back her moans, letting them spill freely from her lips. Already worked into a near frenzy, it doesn’t take her long before she reaches the peak, bucking wildly against me.
“Please, please let me come, please, Daddy!” she begs, holding back.
“Yes, oh, yes,” I cry out. “Good girl. Come for Daddy, sweetheart!”
She tumbles over the edge, coming with a loud shout, spilling liquid slick all over my cock. It sends a spark straight through me, making my belly tense as I find my own orgasm, burying deep inside her as her inner walls milk my cock.
“Fuck!” I curse.
Breathing hard, I slowly extract myself from her embrace and pull her down to lie next to me. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Thank you for everything you’ve given me, Wildflower. For our lives together, our children, and your trust. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, slipping her fingers between mine as we hold hands. “You’ve shown me how much better life can be when I have someone to catch me when I fall.”
“Always,” I promise, kissing her temple. “I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”