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  “Fuck my fingers, like this. Fuck me, baby.”

  I was wild and out of control as I obeyed everything he said. But his words stirred something inside me. Something I wanted to listen to. A steady control. A dark summons my body craved.

  I squeezed against him as he began to pump in and out of me faster.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “I think you might be the dirty girl I was looking for.”

  He spun me around, shoving me to the wall. The world was spinning. He dropped to his knees, taking the panties to the floor. His fingers gripped my velvety folds, spreading them wide as his tongue plunged inside me.

  I screamed out as I rocked into his mouth. His tongue darted and flicked as I convulsed around him. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere, but there was no way to hold it in any longer. He sucked around my clit as he feasted on my pussy.

  I grabbed his head, riding him without shame. The tension floated away as the orgasm coated my limbs with soothing waves.

  “Ohh.” I tried to steady myself and my heartbeat. Both were useless attempts.

  Brion reached for the zipper on the back of my skirt, shimmying it over my hips. His fingers worked my buttons and unhooked my bra in record time. I stood before the Duke of Marquis naked and ripe with the most delicious orgasm.

  He lifted me to his chest, carrying me to the couch. I had no idea what he had in store for me next, only that his game was thrilling and intoxicating. I was suddenly insatiable for more. And I realized I shouldn’t have been so afraid to play games with the duke. There was no way I was going to lose tonight.

  7

  Brion

  She tasted like the sweetest wine. I wanted to drink more. Lap at her clit. Drink the juices from her pussy all night. But my cock was aching for its own taste of her.

  How did I tell my bear to calm down? How did I lock him in his chains while I feasted and drank from Bri?

  I held her warm soft body. I laid her on the couch while I stripped. I didn’t have time for a seductive back and forth. There was no getting-to-know-you. We had one night like this.

  I leaned forward, kissing her tits, sucking one into my mouth until it was hard between my teeth. She bucked and I smiled at the power I held over her body.

  She eyed my cock. I didn’t know if it was admiration or fear. Maybe both. I grabbed a condom from my pocket and ripped open the packet. I sheathed it over my wide dick. I had to push back the primal need to fill her with my seed. I couldn’t claim her, not tonight. Not when everything between us was already a lie.

  The more I kissed and touched her, the more my bear wanted to plant cubs inside her, but I knew that was the beast in me. I wasn’t taking a mate tonight.

  “On your knees, pretty girl,” I ordered.

  She rose forward. I turned her to face the back of the couch and climbed on the cushions behind her. Her tits draped over the sofa and I grabbed them in my hands, squeezing and kneading her flesh. I kissed the back of her neck as my cock nudged between her legs.

  Her breathing was heavy and erratic.

  She whimpered when I began to push into her. Fuck. She was tight. I knew I was stretching her sweet entrance. I hovered in that spot, relishing how hot and constricting her walls were.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Please. Please.”

  “Shh.” I brushed the hair from her neck, kissing behind her ear. “I do everything else fast. But fucking is slow. We’re going to take our time.”

  She gasped as I began to slide inside her, spreading her pussy with the width of my steel rod.

  I groaned. She felt too fucking good. My eyes closed, trying to reel it back in. I was losing it.

  She leaned into me, sinking on my shaft with possessive force. Fuck. She was incredible. I twisted her nipples between my fingers, until she cried out with pleasure. I felt a quick grip around my cock the more I tugged.

  “Like that,” I commanded.

  I pinched her tit and she squeezed me like a vise.

  I was almost there. Almost home inside her. Another jagged tug and we’d be lost in an electric climax. I flicked over the hardened points and she sank hard as I thrust forward. We both yelped with pleasure.

  I breathed into her neck as my dick moved inside her heat. I wanted to own her. Possess her. Bury myself deeper and deeper. I pushed her against the sofa, raising up for a higher angle. I slammed into her as I spread her knees wider.

  “Oh God.” She breathed. “That’s amazing. So good. I want more. Please.”

  I grinned devilishly. We had only gotten started. She had no idea how good this could be. She met each of my thrusts with an equal counter-thrust. She was unbelievable.

  I pulled out of her, spinning her around and pushing her on her back. She looked up at me as I raised her ankles to my shoulders and drove myself home again, pumping deep in her beautiful pussy.

  I watched in awe as her hands stroked her nipples. She continued the same plucking movements as I had done when I was behind her. Each one forcing her walls to tighten around my dick with extreme pressure.

  “Keep doing that, baby.”

  She nodded. Her eyes filled with lust.

  I rocked into her. Bouncing her tits from her hands. I knocked into the coffee table.

  “Damn it. I need more room.”

  We were both losing any sense of control. I needed more. I kicked the table out of my way, sending it to topple over out of the way.

  I reached forward, lifting her up as my cock slipped out and hung freely.

  “I need a bed to fuck you properly.”

  She smiled. “By all means, we should fuck properly. This is a proper game, isn’t it?”

  I grinned. “By morning, you will have been fucked every way possible and proper,” I added with a wicked promise.

  She bit her lip as if she was considering the options. Her arms circled my neck and she drew me toward her lips for a kiss. She purred against my tongue as I carried her to the bed.

  I dropped her in the center of the bed and she quickly crawled toward me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, rolling the condom off the tip.

  “What the hell?” I scowled at her, but as soon as her lips pressed to the crown of my shaft the anger was gone.

  “I want a taste too.” She pouted. “It’s in the way of what I want.”

  “By all means. Don’t hold back, baby.”

  Her tongue licked the top, drawing the bead of dew to the surface. She traced the throbbing vein along the side, circling my balls as I gasped for air. She was playful and deliberate. Like a siren leading me to dangerous waters.

  She planted herself on all fours as I pushed my cock between her lips.

  “Fuck,” I growled, watching her do her best to take me to her throat. She coated my shaft, bobbing her head. “Spread your legs when you do that,” I ordered.

  Her eyes met mine, but she listened, separating her knees. Back and forth, she worked my cock until I was deeper. I saw her eyes water, but she was relentless, swirling her tongue. Sucking and giving me the best fucking blow job I’d ever had.

  God, she looked beautiful with my cock buried in her mouth. Those pouty lips were meant for my dick. Every time I thrust forward I caught a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Wet for me. Ready for me.

  “Aww shit. I’m not coming like this.” I tilted her chin upward as I slid myself from the sweetest heaven it had known. My spine was starting to tingle and if I didn’t redirect things I was going to come in her throat.

  She rose forward on her knees, pressing her breasts to my chest.

  She was warm. Her skin like silk.

  What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

  8

  Sabrina

  My palms flattened against the hard planes of his chest. He was like an Italian painting, but more accurate to say like a Galonian painting. He was cut and chiseled. He was athletic and tall. And for tonight he was mine. How had I gotten so lucky? One misstep in the bar, and I was sharing my bed with the Duke of Sex.

  My tongue l
apped over his nipple before making a trail of kisses to his shoulder. His skin was darker than mine, an olive hue but I could see his clear tan lines. He spent his summers outdoors. Every inch of this man was perfection, including the cock I had just sucked.

  “This is getting dangerous, isn’t it?” he growled.

  I looked in his eyes and nodded. I thought his chest had possibly rumbled, but everything was so heated. I’d never felt this kind of sexual chemistry with any man. What was happening between Brion and I was explosive. It had to be the story we created. The game we were playing. It was the only explanation.

  Until he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me. And I realized there was possibly an entirely different explanation—this was real. There was something between us other than impulsive strangers in a bar. It was as if our bodies were drawn to each other like magnets.

  “I don’t want to stop, love.” He pushed my knees wide. “I know we shouldn’t, but I want to come inside you.” His face looked pained and anguished.

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered. I craved it. Needed it. I couldn’t explain why I was suddenly ready to take this kind of risk.

  His cock belonged inside me. I’d never felt such a strong conviction before. I needed him like air to breathe.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. His eyes flickered.

  I nodded. “Please fill me,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  He pushed to my pussy and I inhaled as he slammed into me, skin against skin with nothing between us. He roared toward the ceiling with untamed passion.

  I arched toward him as his lips crashed into mine. I was hungry for his mouth. I was hungry for his body. For his hands. The way his strength wrapped around me.

  He moved in and out of me slowing. Pumping with certain strokes that drove me to the edge of insanity.

  “Oh God.” I thrashed under him, when he threaded his fingers through mine and raised my hands over head.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  My eyes flew open and were met with something that shattered my soul.

  I’d never seen such hurt. Such pain. Such beauty and sexuality all wrapped up in one man. I moved with a new rhythm as if I could make him whole. I rocked my hips with sensual rolls, drawing him deeper inside me. Clinging to him. Holding him. Fucking him like I’d never fuck another man again. And in this moment, I didn’t want to.

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  I tilted toward him, my legs as wide as I could make them as he pushed deep to my center.

  I cried out with joy. With pain. With white-hot pleasure burning my body.

  “Come for me while I’m inside you. Come on my cock before I explode like this too.”

  I was splintered in a thousand pieces as the orgasm split through me. I gripped his hands as he held me through the sensations. As he fucked me more, coaxing another orgasm to the surface.

  “Oh God. It’s so strong.” I tumbled through the haze, fighting to find what was up and down. Struggling to catch my breath as the fire spread through me, touching every nerve.

  “Shit,” he groaned. “I need to pull out, but I can’t. I want you to be mine. You have to be mine.”

  I was out of control. I squeezed him harder. I locked on his shaft until he was at his apex in a split second. He tensed and jolted as he shot his release inside me.

  There was no mistaking it now. I heard and felt his chest vibrate with what I could only describe as a growl. It was the single most erotic sound I’d ever heard in my life.

  “You’re mine, Bri. Fucking mine,” he moaned.

  I held him, feeling the sweat pool between us and our breathing slow.

  He kissed me. “I hadn’t planned on taking it that far.”

  I shook my head. “No. It’s ok. It was me. My decision.” I smiled. Add no condom one-night stand to the reckless list I was racking up this week.

  “It felt fucking incredible.” He grinned.

  “It did, didn’t it?” I giggled. There was nothing like his hot silky skin sliding inside me.

  We both jumped when we heard pounding on the door.

  “Sir? Sir? Are you all right?”

  Brion gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry. That is unfortunately a call from reality. Hold on. I’ll get rid of it.”

  I stared at the ceiling and listened to hushed reprimands he barked at the security. He walked back in the room, naked.

  “Did you answer the door like that?” I sat straight up.

  He shrugged. “They bothered a man fucking. What did they expect?”

  I burst out laughing. “They must hate working for you.”

  He tackled me to the mattress, peppering me in kisses. “What was that you said, cher?”

  I giggled and squirmed underneath him. “Nothing. Nothing,” I squealed.

  He rolled to my stomach. “We’ll see about that.”

  The laughter was replaced with a deep sigh when I felt his hands coast over my body. No more tickling. No more silly play.

  His lips slid along my lower back. “I think I’ve found something I like in Sangreaux,” he growled.

  For a quick second, I wanted to believe that he meant it and it wasn’t part of the game.

  9

  Brion

  When I awoke, the covers next to me were flat. There was no sign of Bri anywhere. What the hell? I rubbed my forehead. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so soundly. She had been wrapped in my arms. Her head on my chest. It was almost like a dream. It was the closest thing I had felt to hibernating in years. I could pull her into a den and spend months filling her until she had my cubs. Last night was unexpected.

  The game had turned on me. I was hooked. I needed to find her and talk to her about what happened between us. She needed to know what it meant to my bear and me.

  There was pounding at the door again. “Sir?”

  Damn it. Those guys were determined to ruin everything.

  “What?” I opened the door, staring at the security detail. At least this time I wrapped a towel around my waist.

  “You have thirty minutes until the breakfast.” He looked at his watch as if I could read the fucking time on his wrist.

  I exhaled. “Plenty of time.”

  Maybe they had just come off my cousin’s detail and expected me to be just as punctual. The king was never late for anything. That was the shitty part about being a king—you were expected to do certain things. As a duke, I took a lot of leeway with my title.

  “Sir, we’ll be outside.”

  “I assume the code purple has been lifted?” I asked.

  “It has. It was a false alarm,” he reported.

  “What in the hell?” I balled my fist. I could only be so mad. That code purple is what had led Bri to my bed. My bear had found something he didn’t know he was missing.

  “Sir, we did try to give you the full report, but my briefing says you sent last night’s agent away.”

  I glared. “I was busy.” I didn’t have to explain my behavior to this man. “I’ll be out in five,” I added.

  I closed the door abruptly and wandered the suite, picking up my clothes. Where had Bri gone? I wanted to talk to her before I left. But I didn’t have a phone number for her. I wasn’t sure I had her real name.

  Last night was unbelievable. It shouldn’t have been more than a random hookup, but it was as if we had crossed an invisible line. I couldn’t explain it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But I had to find.

  I fastened the last button on my shirt and opened the door of her room. The officers met me in the hall.

  “Bon jour, boys.” I grinned. “I have something for you to do for me today.”

  “Yes, sir. Anything you need, Your Highness.”

  “The woman who was staying in this suite. Bri Keyes.” I eyed them. “I need to see her before I leave the village.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  They were good for something, finally.

  They tailed me to my suite at the end of the hall. I closed the door and
walked to the shower. I didn’t have much time before the breakfast with the mayor. After that, I could regain a little free time, and hopefully that would be with Bri.

  I had been to a thousand of these damn breakfasts. It was a royal show. There was a lot of pageantry and fanfare whenever a royal was in town. It wasn’t as if I didn’t understand why it was a big deal when we traveled to the remote parts of the county. I did it, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t distracted. My bear had finally gotten a taste of the woman he wanted for a mate and thinking about anything else was impossible.

  Members of the town government were gathered together. A group of local farmers who would benefit from the king’s irrigation bill were in attendance. And of course, I couldn’t escape the fucking paparazzi. They flew in from Freychon.

  I gritted my teeth, dreading having to deal with them.

  I had twenty texts from Julianna this morning. Apparently, a photographer had captured my entrance into town. There was a story circulating that I ditched my guard because I was trying to exile myself from the royal family.

  I’d never heard Juliana so panicked.

  “Love, it’s going to be fine.” I tried to calm her on the phone before I walked into the breakfast.

  “It’s not fine. This has gone into the king’s lodestar. I’m going to have to end up meeting with Sutcliffe about this. It’s not like this story is on someone’s blog. It was in La Freychon.”

  I hated the palace’s head manager. He was a dick to deal with.

  “I’m not leaving the royal family.” It wasn’t like I could tell Julianna I was a part of a bear clan. Clans didn’t just disband because they were angry or felt moody. Our bloodline tied us together for eternity. Royal scandals weren’t the kind of thing that could come between us.

  “You haven’t read the story,” she seethed. “Your stunt yesterday didn’t help us.”

  Whoever the reporter was who wrote that piece of garbage, was probably in this crowd. I wasn’t going to apologize to the press or to the other royals. I needed that drive.