Roman expected ridicule, but Slayton just nodded thoughtfully. “I can’t help you, but I bet my brothers can.”
“No,” Roman said quickly. “I don’t need rumors of the virgin prince needing sex advice floating around the kingdom.”
“But you are a virgin prince who needs sex advice,” Slayton pointed out unhelpfully. “My brothers won’t tell anyone. They’re two of the most trustworthy men I know.”
Reluctantly, Roman agreed. He’d do anything to ensure Violet’s first time with him was enjoyable for her.
And that was how Roman ended up with what Rodge, Slayton’s oldest brother, deemed the “fist cunt.” It consisted of a tube made of soft leather, filled with rice, that you heated up. Once it became warm, you slathered the inside with oil.
“Tighten your fist so it’s hard to push in. The tighter the pussy, the shorter you’ll last. It’s not like fucking your hand. I can’t explain it, but you’ll see,” Rodge had explained matter-of-factly.
And fucking hell, was he right.
OBSESSIVE LOVE
26
(ALMOST) TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD
Roman,
You should get this letter a week or so before we’re home. I wanted to tell you our plan (if Griff or Ares haven’t already). King Amos and Queen Clover will be escorting Griff, Ares, and me back to Saltu. Amos insisted since he would travel to Saltu for your coronation anyway.
As I’m sure you know, because I know you like to spy, I sent the extra carriage and War ahead of us. I wanted War to be there with you while you prepare for the big event. He doesn’t know it yet, but I made him a tigon-friendly royal coat to match yours. I might (most likely will) need your help to coax him into wearing it.
He’s basically becoming king of the animals in the Tropical Kingdom, and he needs to dress the part. Really, I just want to see him in clothes after seeing a fennec fox in cute sweaters.
I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you more than I thought I would, and I promise to find you the moment I set foot in the capital.
See you soon.
Always Yours,
Violet
P.S. I love you.
* * *
Roman grinned down at Violet’s letter and traced his fingers over her signature.AlwaysYours.His smile widened.
“You look like an idiot,” Slayton remarked as he approached. “Did Violet send you a naked drawing of herself?”
Roman’s smile fell, and he scowled. “I will kill you where you stand.”
Slayton laughed loudly, and Roman’s scowl deepened. “The carriage and horses are ready to leave.”
Roman, Slayton, and six other guards would leave shortly for the Desert Kingdom border. If his mate thought he’d let her go one day on Tropical soil without seeing him, she didn’t know him very well.
“Don’t you think six guards is overkill?” Slayton eyed the other men readying their horses. “She’s traveling with the Brutal King. I doubt anyone is stupid enough to try to attack him.”
The Desert King had earned his nickname when he’d brutally slaughtered his father and most of his father’s closest confidants. Amos’ father was an evil man who treated women like second-class citizens. What surprised Roman was that Amos hadn’t killed his father sooner.
“It’s not uncommon for rebels to attack close to a royal’s coronation,” he explained. “I’ll not risk Violet’s safety.”
Roman’s parents approached his small convoy. “I wish you’d wait,” his father insisted. “She’ll be here soon. There’s no need for you to risk missing your own coronation.”
Violet making it to the coronation was the only thing that guaranteed Roman himself would attend. If something happened and she didn’t return in time, he’d be at the border, waiting to step across at midnight on his twenty-fifth birthday. “I’m not waiting an extra week.”
