Page 27 of Royal Mate

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P aige

Wow. Now what? I knelt beside him. I literally had the man of my dreams tied up. Naked. Begging me to claim him. Cock out, up and ready to ride.

Except, I felt lost. This was a tradition. An Insurian rite and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. So I asked.

“What now?” I lifted my gaze to his. “I mean, I know what to do, but what if I do the bonding wrong?”

He shook his head. “No. You can’t do anything wrong. You take your pleasure from me.”

I could do that, but this was our wedding night. A bonding ritual. What if I messed it up? Fucked him wrong, or out of order, or–

He must have sensed my continued doubt, he offered, “Ride my face, perhaps?”

Ride his face.

My eyes widened and my pussy clenched at the suggestion. “God, yes.”

I didn’t need further instructions. Shimmying my hips, I worked my panties off, then straddled Addan’s chest. He was so broad that I sat upon him. I knew I was smearing my sticky juices all over his skin.

I watched as he swallowed hard, as if saliva pooled in his mouth with the need to taste. He loved eating me out, but this way would be different.

But I wanted it. So, so badly.

Reaching out, I grabbed the headboard above the knot and crawled my way up his body. Up. Up. Up, until I hovered over his head, my legs pressing into his ears.

I met his gaze, then lowered my hips.

The instant my pussy came in contact with his mouth, his tongue flicked out. Licked, sucked. He couldn’t hold me in place. Couldn’t sink fingers deep. I didn’t need either to come.

No. I’d been so aroused and close to orgasm ever since I saw him among the guests at the wedding. No. That wasn’t right.

I had been hot and frantic for him since he sat down in his desk chair. Since he’d opened up the front of his pants and pulled his cock out.

My hips started to move instinctually, and it wasn’t long before I was all out riding his face, working myself on him until I came. Any embarrassment or restraint I might have had evaporated with the hungry moans coming from his throat, the aggressive movement of his tongue. The way he arched his chest off the bed to shift me closer.

“Yes. Addan!”

My head flopped down between my shoulders as I caught my breath, but remembered Addan was probably suffocating.

Quickly, I shifted back so I sat upon his torso again.

He wasn’t dead from being pussy smothered. No, he was smiling, his lips and chin glistening. His eyes were glazed with lust. Desire.

“More,” he demanded. “Claim me. Fuck me.”

Yes. I wanted that, too.

Reaching back, I gripped the base of his cock as I moved into position. I hovered over him, then rocked so the broad head ran through my slick folds. Worked his full head back and forth through my wet heat. Rubbed the head of his cock against my clit.

“Tease,” he bit out.

His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were white. Every muscle in his body was taut. Jaw clenched. Sweat dotted his brow.

I didn’t sink down. I dropped. A reverse thrust, so he filled me completely in one go. My thighs rested upon his.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Addan growled. His hips bucked beneath me and I squealed, nearly falling off. Oh, hell yeah. I was riding him like a cowgirl now.

His hands might be bound, but his lower body wasn’t. Shifting his legs, he set his feet upon the bed, then bent his knees.

That shift alone had him sinking impossibly deeper inside me.

Then he rocked up.

Setting my hands upon his glorious chest, I began to ride him.

Up. Down. Closing my eyes and sinking into the pleasure.

But it wasn’t enough. I could come perhaps if I played with my clit. Maybe I wasn’t fit enough for this because my quads began to burn.

Frustration and need combined. I looked to him. Stoic yet loving the way he filled me.

I didn’t want sex like this. I didn’t want Addan bound and at my mercy.

I wanted to be at his.

I was the female here. The one in charge.

Which meant I could give up control. Let Addan take the lead like he had from our very first encounter.

Yes. Yes. The idea of that had my pussy dripping.

Reaching up, I loosened the knot about his wrists, then freed him.

“I need you. I want you to take control.”

He jackknifed up to sitting while still buried deep inside.

We both hissed at the feel.

“You want me to take over? To fuck you?”

I nodded.

“You wish to submit?” For any noble female to submit to her mate was unusual. Rare. But for a queen?

“I might be your queen, and you, and the entire planet, might be mine to command. But I need to feel like you want me, Addan.” I didn’t know how to explain the longing that was like an ache behind my ribs, the need to belong to him. To have him show me what I meant to him, not with words or deference to a queen, with hungry lips. Greedy hands. A hard cock thrusting into my body like he’d die if he had to stop.

I looked up into his intense blue eyes and bared my soul. “I want to feel like you’ll die if you can’t touch me. When we’re alone, I don’t want to be in charge. I don’t want to be your queen. I want to be--.”

“Mine.” Addan lifted one hand to the back of my head and buried his fist in my hair, tilting my head up so his lips hovered over mine. He held me there, unable to move. At his mercy. “Mine to fuck. Mine to pleasure. Mine to protect.”

“Yes.” My pussy clenched. I arched my back, grinding my clit against his hard abs. The whimper that left my throat was the fucking opposite of royal. There was nothing controlled or elegant about me right now.

“The ultimate bond,” he whispered as his free hand–finally–settled on my skin, palm flat across my lower back as he pulled me as close as I could get. Until I felt like we were one and the same. One body. One heart. Then he kissed the hell out of me.

Addan

She wanted me to take control.

I would do that. And immediately.

Putting my arm about her waist, I flipped us so I was on top. Then I took hold of her knee, pushed her leg up and back and fucked her good and hard.

“Yes!” she cried.

Fuck. Looking down at my mate in the throes of pleasure, pleasure I was giving her, made me want to come. But I had to hold back. Savor the moment. Make it last.

She felt so good. So tight. Wet. Hot.

It didn’t take much to push her to her second orgasm, her pussy clenching my cock and trying to wring every drop of cum from me.

But I was made of strong stuff. I’d fought the enemy. Led troops. I could will my balls to hold off until my mate, my queen, was thoroughly satisfied.

Before she came down from her pleasure, I pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her up onto her knees, then slid right back inside her swollen pussy. My hips slammed into her ass as I fucked her.

“Yes. Harder.”

“As my Resonant commands,” I said, gripping her hips and making her mine, one hard thrust at a time.

Reaching around, I found her slick and swollen clit. Her pussy clenched at the contact. Then I pinched.

And she came. Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled her up so she sat atop my thighs, her back to my front. Cock so deep we were one.

I kissed the side of her sweaty neck.

“My mate. My Resonant. My queen. I am at your command.”

Her head lolled back on my shoulder. “Come.”

And I did–her command like a bolt of lightning to my balls as I filled her with my seed. My claim. Devotion. Love. Longing. Every emotion I’d felt since meeting her, needing her, poured from my body to hers as I lost control.

Holding her tight, face buried in her neck, I won…and I lost. Surrendered my mind, my soul, my heart, to her.