I love watching my queen work. She may not yet be queen officially, but in my heart, she always was. My fiancee’s like cinnamon candy—sweet until you get a fiery bit, then watch out! After we returned Blossom’s dress and had dinner with the young family, Lilyfair decided to redesign her coronation…which is scheduled for tomorrow. I thought my heart would explode as she listened to the young couple’s troubles due to the taxes and promised to help. I can’t help but wonder if her kindness would extend to the hucow sanctuary…and if my selfish family deserves her grace.
“I hate this potluck idea,” the chef grouses. “At least I get to make the centerpiece, right?”
“A cake large enough to feed the entire village?” Lilyfair may have lost her need for finery, but her sweet tooth will be part of her legend. “Without a feast to cook, I’m sure you can handle such a request. Am I wrong?”
“No, Your Highness,” he says with stars in his eyes. “I have just the idea. You’re going to love it.”
“I’m sure I will,” she says with a giggle. He holds the door open just long enough to allow the overburdened lady’s maid to follow him out.
I’m finally alone with my sweetheart.
“Feast, party, cake, new tax structure, new resource policy, banishment of Snapdragon and Rosemary,” she says, counting on her fingers as she crosses the room to me. “My to-do list is almost finished with everything I need to accomplish before becoming queen.”
I know that look. My simple linen shirt and shorts might as well burst into flames with the way she undresses me with her eyes. I withdraw the mini-notebook I keep in my breast pocketfor casual conversation. The pages have curled with use, but I love having a stack of common phrases to show someone to keep the pace and rhythm of a spoken conversation. A few flips, and I display my favorite page.
“How may I please you?” Lilyfair reads aloud. Her eyes twinkle with mischievousness. "I refuse to be crowned as a virgin queen. Will you remedy this?”
Now it’s my turn to be shocked. I was given my own rooms in Lilyfair’s old tower when she relocated to her late father’s chambers. Moving the furniture around was part of my first day’s duties as her future consort. We have slept apart for two nights, and I assumed we would until the wedding.
“All the kingdom already thinks I’ve been defiled by you outside of marriage,” she says with a shrug that’s anything but nonchalant. “And I must secure a legacy for succession...which means I must get pregnant. You do know how to get me pregnant, right?”
I growl as I jam my notebook into my pocket. She squeals as she runs past me and towards the doors. Her hair brushes over my knuckles as it slides through my fingers. When I get my hands on her, she will realize I know exactly how to get her pregnant, and she will experience the pleasure until she hobbles instead of walking. The satin of her dress makes her impossible to grab as she slips through the doorway.
I thunder down the hall and up the stairs in pursuit of her giggling, wiggling curvy self. She may be a heartbeat from becoming Magmell’s queen, but she’s also a brat who loves to provoke the bull in me. Two days of her seemingly innocent caresses and whispered kisses when I didn’t know if I had leave to return them have reduced me to a ball of aggression and lust. Steam puffs through my nostrils as I chase her all the way back to my room…
…which I’ve locked.
She yanks on the handle twice before she sees the error in her plan. Her eyes grow wide as she realizes the chase ends in the silent corridor. I throw her over my shoulder and spank her once, allowing the echo to reach any curious ears. Unlocking the door and securing it behind us, my strides cross the room in five steps. She’s dumped on the bed in a tangle of skirts and jewels, and I pounce on her. I could smell that she wasn’t wearing panties all day, and she knew it. My tongue drives her up hard and fast, so her first orgasm is announced in a strangled moan.
“Now, my consort,” she says between pants. “Let’s see if I will grow wings to soar above the clouds. Give me an heir.”
Words aren’t needed as I give my lady exactly what she demands.
