As far as I could tell, no one had noticed that Erich and I had slipped away together. The servants would know. They always did. But we could keep whatever this was from the rest of the family.
Inside my room, I launched myself at Erich. He caught me easily and wrapped his arms around my middle. My lips crashed into his. He tasted as good as he looked.
He cupped my jaw with one hand and put the other on the nape of my neck. His body was large, and he towered over me. Instead of feeling fear, I instead felt protected in his embrace.
I moaned against his lips and pushed his jacket from his shoulders. It fell to the floor. The thing probably cost a small fortune, but now it was lying on my floor. Forgotten. While I yanked at his tie, he worked at my belt. His hand slipped inside my pants and grasped my length. I hissed in surprise and backed away. If he touched me too much, I was bound to explode before we even started.
I crooked my finger and beckoned him to follow me. The event was finished, and it was time for me to unleash and unwind. I could have a little—or a lot—of fun.
“C’mon, Your Highness, I’d like to see the crown jewels.”
Erich snorted out a laugh. “Really? We’re cracking jokes?”
“What? Did you expect me to kneel and worship the royal scepter? Because I can do that.”
He grinned. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it. I want to be filled, though. It’s been a stressful weekend, and I’d like to unwind.” What I truly wanted more than anything was to have an alpha worship me, protect me. Wrap me in his arms and tell me how perfect I was and how he couldn’t live without me. Those were not words I was going to say out loud to this alpha I barely knew.
I’d settle for a good dicking.
Erich’s eyes darkened and his gaze turned heated. “Let’s make you forget then.”
“Please.”
We were in my room now. The king-sized bed was made up perfectly thanks to the staff. It was like living in a hotel full-time. The staff in Asach had been told to ignore my rooms, which meant I cleaned them on my own. Here in Swena, I was spoiled with regular room cleanings and my laundry was done.
I stood next to the bed, and Erich’s lips ghosted over my nape.
“You are gorgeous, Jaq. I spent the last week wanting to know what your skin tasted like.”
“And?”
“Decadent. Delicious. Strawberries. So fucking irresistible. I can’t get enough.”
The words were pretty. But that was all they were. Empty promises from a prince. They filled the need I had for tonight, but in a few days, they’d be gone, nothing but a memory that I recalled fondly.
“There’s no need for pretty words, Your Highness. I am here naked at your mercy. I’m a sure thing.”
Erich turned me around so that I was facing him, then he guided me backward until we were both lying on the bed. His body covered mine, his warmth seeping into my skin.
“Sure thing or not, you deserve the praise. You deserve worshipping. Every inch of your skin is a masterpiece.”
The way his eyes roved over my body and the hum of pleasure that rumbled in his throat, I almost believed him.
“I think you’re forgetting which one of us royalty, Your Highness.”
Erich stopped moving. His hand was on my hip, just inches from my hard cock. “Are you going to use my given name?”
I stilled. The air in the room thickened. “What?”
“My given name. It’s Erich. You don’t need to call me by my title. Unless you’re into that sort of thing. Which is fine, I just want to make sure I understand what is happening here.”
“I was hoping to get fucked. That’s what was happening here.”
Erich grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I do love a willing man. But please, call me something other than your highness. It’s fine when its snarky, but it’s creepy as fuck when it’s used as a title while we’re in bed.”
“It is your title.”
