Yes, Galen is trying much harder than I thought he would. I mean, the things he can do with his mouth are pleasantly surprising.But no matter how hot the sex is, we’re enemies. He’s a vampire, and I’m a fae.
Winning my heart is just another weapon he wants to use against my people. ‘Look, I stole your princess’s heart. I plundered something else from you.’ That’s what his kind gestures truly say.
The first two months of my arranged marriage were absolute anarchy; then, I thought, why can’t I have sex as I suffer? Galen was sleeping around, after all.
So we sleep together.
We continue to. Each time I come moaning Galen’s name, he thinks he’s breaking me down. Slowly, he hopes and prays I’ll love and worship him as everyone else does.
But marriage shouldn’t prioritize one person’s satisfaction over another's. There are two people, and Galen fails to see what would have truly satisfied my soul.He thinks his cock can bring world peace. Men forget it’s their cocks that cause wars. Egos are the downfall of kingdoms.
“You know,” Galen swings his hand under his head, “if you kill me, there will be another war.”
“Kill you?” I roll off of him, allowing myself one minute to rest on the mattress.
“Yes.” He turns toward me, eyes aimed at my bare chest, at the faint red marks where his lips sucked. “I thought I might die from how tight your sweet body was squeezing me, begging me for more, harder. You fuck me so good, Selene.”
Yes, it does seem like I do all the work.“You’re not just a king but a poet, I see.” I roll my eyes. Gods, help me.
“There’s that mouth. I missed it,”he quips.
“It was wrapped around you only minutes ago.”
He smirks. “Where it should always be.”
“I don’t know why I sleep with you,” I grunt. I’m a failure as a woman. I should have been born a man.
“Because the sex is the best you’ve had.” His lips meet mine, but the kiss is fast; he got what he wanted, and he’s ready to go on his merry way.
As am I.
“How many women has that line worked on?”
He rolls off the bed with newfound energy. That’s a fine-sculpted ass; a shame it’s attached to a prick who wears a crown. I watch as he bends down and starts to collect his clothing.
“None as smart as you, wife.” He winks at me over his broad shoulders.
“Are you still sleeping with others?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, answering right away. “You keep me very occupied.” He flashes me his famous smirk.
That’s not a yes or no answer.
I stand and grab a sheet to cover myself.
“Where are you off to?” Galen asks, pulling up his pants and shoving his now soft cock inside.
I’m sure your spies will tell you.
“I have things to do,” I mock. He refuses to include me in his schedule. I’m a trophy, not a wife.
I drop the sheet. His eyes lock onto my ass now.
Good. Suffer.
His footsteps close the distance, and then warmth covers my back. I have always been attracted to heat. Hot baths are a godsend; so is a man’s hard chest.
His exhale presses into my spine as he hugs me from behind. “Is this your kingdom or mine?” he purrs in my ear. I can feel him growing hard again as his hands cup my breasts.
