Page 5 of Bred By The King

I don’t answer. I can’t. Because the answer is yes. Yes, I want that. I want it so bad!

“That’s what I thought.” Monique plops down next to me. “Look. I’m not saying marry for love. I’m saying marry for peace, fuck for fun, and maybe, just maybe, let yourself enjoy the fact that your arranged husband is objectively the hottest man on either side of this mess.”

“He called our ancestors stubborn,” I grumble, crossing my arms.

Mo smiles softly and squeezes my hand. “They were stubborn. And so were his. We’re all stubborn. That’s why we’ve been at war for a century.”

I roll my eyes. “He smirked at me.”

“Because you keep glaring at him. Which is hot, by the way. Very, ‘I don’t take your shit’. Love that for you. He probably gets off on it.”

“Monique!”

“What? I’m just saying. Big, tough kings love a challenge. And you, my dear, are the ultimate challenge.”

We both laugh. God, I needed this.

After my girl leaves, I strip out of my dress and climb into bed… already wet… a-freaking-gain.

I slide two fingers between my legs and fucking moan. My mind goes straight to him. The stupid blond giant.

I picture him shoving me down, spreading my thighs with his huge hands. He’s gonna be thick and long. I just know it. And I’ll feel every fucking inch as he forces his way inside me, stretching my pussy until it hurts so good.

I rub my clit faster, pinching one nipple hard.

“Fuck,” I rasp out.

In my head, Soren’s pounding into me, his massive body covering mine, grunting like the feral beast he is. “Take my cock, Layla. Gonna fill you until you’re fucking dripping.” I imagine him pinning my wrists, his hips slamming into mine, his deep voice growling in my ear. “Gonna fucking breed you. Put my baby in your belly. Watch you grow round with my heir while you’re still fucking pissed about it.”

The image of my stomach rounded, tits heavy, carrying his child while he fucks me again and again sends me crashing over the edge. I come hard, thighs shaking, biting my lip.

Then I lie there, chest heaving.

I still hate him. But my body wants him. Bad. And in a few weeks, I’m going to have to let the bastard do every filthy thing to me I just imagined… I’m so fucked.

Five

SOREN

The treaty signing is outside on a terrace overlooking the sea. There are cameras everywhere, and both of our flags flapping in the wind. Tariq makes a short speech, and I keep an even shorter one. “The fighting ends today. Our people deserve better.”

Layla stands next to me in a fitted green dress that makes her ass look fucking criminal. We sign the peace treaty side by side. Then I slide my hand to the small of her back… for the pictures. She tenses but doesn’t step away.

Then Tariq suggests a joint training session. “Let the people see their future king and queen respect each other’s strength.”

The training yard is open to the sky, surrounded by stone walls, sand under our feet. Layla shows up in black training gear that hugs every fucking one of her curves. She’s wearing a sports bra and tight shorts, bare midriff, and I know I’ve already lost…

We start with hand-to-hand. She’s good. Fast, strong for her size, uses her opponent’s body for leverage. I block her strikes but let her get in close on purpose. Our bodies collide, our sweat mixes. Every time I grab her waist or arm, my hands look fucking massive on her. And I fucking love it. My golden tan against her deep brown. Huge and hard meeting curvy and strong.

“You fight like you’re still at war,” I say.

“And you fight like you think you can just take whatever the fuck you want,” she shoots back, landing a solid hit to my ribs.

I grin, huffing out a grunt. “I usually can.”

I catch her, spin her, and pull her back against my chest. My arm bands across her stomach, the other holding her wrist. Her thick ass presses right against my cock, which doesn’t help with the situation in my pants that’s been going on since I landed on this island…. Layla freezes.

“Got you,” I murmur against her ear.