Yet we had an audience and even my horny vagina drew the line at exhibitionism with his family.
Addan tipped his head. “Very well. Paige, there is no proof. No evidence has ever been found to implicate Queen Alienor. As for the prince, your own mother betrothed you to him when you were an infant.”
“But?” I circled my finger in the air to get him to continue.
“There are many who believe she was behind the attacks. Queen Alienor had the most to benefit. She sabotaged Insuri’s membership in the Interstellar Coalition of Planets, revoked many of your mother’s laws within days of the attacks. She became very powerful when your mother died. And–”
“And what?”
Addan looked like he wanted to kill something with his bare hands. Or touch something. His gaze wandered to my breasts, clearly displayed by the very tight, hot pink shirt. “And wealthy.”
“The richest in five sectors.” Sorcha confirmed.
“The richest in five sectors?” What the hell did that mean?
“Yes,” Fiona agreed. “Rich enough to buy and sell your Earth ten times over.”
“Earth? The entire planet?”
“Yes.” There was not a trace of humor on Fiona’s face. She was dead serious. Who could buy and sell planets?
I processed what they were saying. It was like my brain was a computer and it was getting overloaded. Took me a minute. They all stared like I had two heads.
“So, my cousin, my mother’s cousin, who happens to be the queen of your entire planet–”
“Your planet, as well, Paige,” Addan gently reminded.
Whatever.
“My mother’s only surviving family might want to murder me on sight. Or, she might be innocent, and genuinely happy to see me, and excited by the thought that I am supposed to marry her son, who is also my cousin? Which is kind of gross to think about.”
General Niemini nodded. “Either outcome is possible, Princess. However, the choice may be taken from you.”
I frowned. “What? Why? What if she’s perfectly nice, and innocent, and doesn’t want to murder me? You’re saying I have to be queen anyway?”
“There are many who are suffering under her rule,” General Niemini spoke the traitorous words softly, as if Queen Alienor’s bad guys were listening. “Many of our people will be overjoyed to see her replaced by a true heir.”
My eyes widened, surprised. “Even me? A total stranger raised on another planet?” I glanced down at myself. The pants and shirt felt like armor now, like a reminder of who I was and where I came from. The clothes somehow kept me grounded in reality, because this place–this planet– was crazy.
“Even you,” the General confirmed. “Although Queen Alienor may not resist once you are married to her son. Do not worry that you and Prince Martainn are genetically close. You are no more than fourth, perhaps fifth cousins.”
I cringed. “I have no intention of marrying my cousin, or anyone else.”
I flicked my gaze to Addan, to his body and the clear bulge in his uniform pants. The bulge I knew oh so well. My mouth watered to taste it again.
To feel it filling me.
God, I was horny.
What the heck was wrong with me? After pretty much non-stop sex since I got here, how could I want more? My pussy was sore, but it was more of an ache now. A need.
Too bad Addan didn’t want me as much as I wanted him. He hadn’t said a word this whole time, not about wanting to be with me, not protesting about me marrying someone else. Not. One. Word. Dammit.
I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts. To get them back onto murder and overthrowing a monarch, not getting railed by a gorgeous, well endowed, skilled, dirty talking alien who seemed perfectly content to let me go, watch me marry some stupid prince.
GAH!
Think about the bad people! If this cousin really did kill my parents, then I wanted justice. I wanted revenge for her taking them from me. For pretty much ruining my entire life.
