“Fuck me.”
“Are you—”
“Fuck.Me.”
I rocked my hips back, knot popping out of Sebastian, then slammed into him again. He cried out, no longer trying to contain himself. Broken moans and mewls spilled out of Sebastian as I fucked him. My brain was hazy with pleasure. All I knew was here and now, my cock buried into my fated mate as I held him in my arms.
There was nothing between us except skin. No royalty, no outskirts, no caste or taboo to keep us apart. Nothing mattered except this.
I felt my orgasm roaring up like a building wave. There was no turning back now. I was going to come inside Sebastian and he was going to get pregnant with my child.
He was going to produce the heir his father wanted.
He was going to become King.
“Rourke,” Sebastian whimpered, soft and pleading next to my ear. “Please—”
His tight, wet hole clenched down on my cock. He shuddered and I felt the warmth of his cum splatter against my abdomen. It sent me over the edge. A primal roar tore its way out of my throat as I slammed into Sebastian one final time before exploding. The orgasm whited out my vision. I felt the hot torrent of my seed flowing into Sebastian, filling him, making his hole overflow.
I don’t know how long it was while I remained frozen to the spot, not breathing as the aftershocks left me. I finally gasped for air and threw out my hands to stop myself from collapsing on top of Sebastian. He was breathless too, his expression dazed as he stared at the ceiling.
I carefully arranged myself next to him, making sure not to disturb him too much since my knot was still stuck inside of him. It would be a while before we could fully part but that was fine with me. I didn’t want to be far from him. Not now or ever again.
Sebastian’s hand slowly drifted down to his belly.
“An heir makes you eligible to be King, right?” I said.
“Yes.”
We both went quiet, soaking in the moment.
Sebastian turned to me. His hair was a sweaty mess but his eyes were warm with affection. “Can I ask you something?”
I snorted. “When have you ever needed permission to ask me something?”
Sebastian sighed. “You’re right. I’m in an… altered state of mind right now.”
“High off sex?”
“If you wish to be so crude, then yes.”
I smiled. “What’s your question?”
Sebastian regarded me for a moment quietly. “What is your name?”
I raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “You didn’t losethatmany brain cells, did you?”
“I don’t mean Rourke,” Sebastian said. He wasn’t laughing. “I mean your real name. The one they stripped away from you.”
My smile fell. It took me by surprise that he would bother asking. The name floated in my mind. Obviously, I could never forget it, but nobody had used it in so long that I felt detached from it in a way. The man I’d been when I used that name was gone. I was different now and I couldn’t go back to it.
“Kristophe,” I said.
I watched the new information register on Sebastian’s face. He nodded. It felt a little strange, watching Sebastian as he regarded me with this changed view, with a different name perched on his tongue. I liked that he had asked, but the name wasn’t something I felt suited me anymore. Not after how much I’d changed.
“You don’t have to call me that,” I said slowly. “Rourke is fine.”
Sebastian seemed a little surprised, his grey-blue eyes widening slightly, but understanding came to his expression. “All right.”
