“Get off me.”
“Is that what you want?” He shimmied on my lap, rubbing his ass along my rapidly hardening dick.
“Yes.” But even I heard the insincerity in my tone.Jesus, what is wrong with me?
“Your cock says something different.”
“It’s biology, Julian.”
“Hmm.” He removed one of his hands, but he had a good grip on my wrists with his other. He slid his fingers over my cheek, across my torso, until he reached the waist of my pajama pants. “I can ease you of your problem.”
Blood stained his mouth from where I’d bitten him, and I hated how I wanted those lips back on me. My dick was a traitor, and I knew the moment Julian touched it, I’d be done for.
“I don’t want your help.” My skin was on fire; my pulse and breathing were totally giving me away.
He chuckled darkly, slipped his hand into my pajamas, and squeezed my cock in his fist.
“Oh, Wynn, you’re so fucking wet. I don’t even need lube to get you off—there’s enough precome here.”
Shit, dirty talk. This psycho motherfucker.A filthy moan fell from my lips as he started pumping my dick.
“Yeah, let me have your come, Wynn, fuck.” He jacked faster, and I could feel my orgasm so close. I both wanted it and didn’t. “I need to taste you.” Suddenly, my wrists were free, he’d shucked my pants off, and my cock was buried in his throat. I arched up, gripped his hair, and shot down his throat.
He lapped up every drop and lifted his head. His grin was still somewhat bloodied and his pupils blown. I glanced lower and watched as he unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out. It was hard, the tip purple. His eyes never left mine as he pumped it slow, then fast. I couldn’t move, frozen in a haze of satiation and neediness. I wanted him to come all over me, and yet I knew this was wrong.
The first splash of come on my stomach had me entranced. Julian’s head fell back, his neck exposed…fuck, he was radiant in his climax.
As soon as we locked eyes, I felt at war with my body, mind, and heart. One part was screaming to punch him and run—probably my brain. Another wanted to pull him close and lick the blood and come from his skin…obviously my body. It was my heart that was the problem. I could see the obsession in his eyes, the overwhelming need to possess me, and I liked it.
“Let’s get cleaned up and go to sleep.”
I didn’t fight him as he pulled me up, or guided me into the shower, or even while he washed me. Why wasn’t I fighting him? Was this some sort of Stockholm syndrome type of shit? I’d talk to Hannah about it, but I was sure what I learned tonight was never to be mentioned to her or Mark.
Once we were cleaned, he tenderly dried me, got me new pajama pants, and when we slipped into bed, I allowed him to spoon me. Why didn’t I feel afraid of him? As I stared straight ahead, the moon casting a dim light in the room, I questioned my sanity.
Everything about today and tonight was a red flag. I should be running to Hannah and Mark. I should be calling the authorities…why wasn’t I? Why, wrapped up in his arms, did I feel safer than I ever had in my whole life? I was well and truly fucked.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Julian
The house was bustlingin the morning as the staff prepared for the arrival of my parents and siblings. It wasn’t common that we were all present in any castle other than the one on Lamdera. Hannah and Mark were informed that the royal family was coming and had offered to stay elsewhere. Personally, I’d have appreciated that, seeing that some of the conversations we had to have shouldn’t be overheard by them, but of course Wynn had told them not to leave.
We’d just finished breakfast when I saw Edward for the first time since he’d left to take Corey to the airport. I approached and motioned for him to follow me to the study. To my surprise, before I could shut the door, Wynn slipped in.
“Wynn, something wrong?” I asked.
He snorted and proceeded to plop himself onto one of the couches. “Oh, there’s a lot wrong. What are you two discussing?”
Edward glanced at me and I shook my head. “He knows.”
There was no hiding Edward’s upset over that development. I understood it; he often told me that the more people who knew,the more danger the royal family and myself were in. But this was Wynn, and he was my forever.
“Did Corey get on the plane?”
“He did, Your Highness. I will be sure to monitor him.”
“Where’d you send him off to?” Wynn wondered.
