Page 28 of Bred By the Emperor

My cock, already hard, strains for release. I surge up the stairs after her and catch her by the long hair. She stops instantly, the long golden strands coiled taut around my fist. I reel her in and press my erection against her pretty ass. “Now, are you going to stop running, or are you going to admit you want this?”

“Make me,” she pants.

“Make you do what?”

“Make me stop running. Make me admit it. Make me come, Mal, I⁠—”

I pick her up with one arm around her waist and carry her into the nearest bedroom. It’s not the one I usually use when I stay here. It’ll do. I throw her onto the bed and yank the curtain tie-back off the wall, the closest thing at hand that I can use to tie her up. Then I flip her onto her stomach and swat her bottom until it turns red.

I align myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock testing her readiness. She’s slick and sticky, so wet and ready for me. I don’t give her what she wants though. I just wait.

“Malakai,” she groans. “Why did you stop?”

“Tormenting you,” I grunt. She tries to impale herself on me. I move my hips back, refusing to let her have what she wants.

“I bet you won’t last five minutes,” she pants.

I growl with mock offense. “Ohh, you’re asking for it, darling.” In one smooth thrust, I bury myself inside her.

Lili’s breath hitches, her body stretching around me. “Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “Okay, that’s—fuck—good.”

“Just ‘good’?” I withdraw almost all the way, dick pulsing with raw need, then slam back inside her. “I’ll take that as a challenge.” I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me with each deep, punishing stroke. The bed rocks beneath us as Lili’s body arches to meet every thrust.

“You’re an impossible man,” she complains in a ragged exhale, her voice trembling with laughter and need.

“And yet,” I drawl, “here you are. Bound, at my mercy. Begging for more.”

“I am not begging!”

“Yet.” I smack her ass and drive deep into her pussy. Her body clenches around me, and her voice breaks on a moan. “I’m just—fuck—really enjoying our honeymoon.”

My laughter is dark and triumphant. “Me too, princess. Me, too.” I snake my free hand beneath her to find her clit. “Now show me what a dirty girl you are.”

With a whimper, she comes apart around me, her body milking my cock as I chase her climax with my own, burying myself deep with a groan of profound satisfaction. We stay like this for several long moments—breathless, sweaty, tangled up in bedclothes and each other. Then I pull her up, press a kiss to her spine and murmur, “Still questioning my authority?”

Lili grins, even as her legs trembled. “Next time, maybe I’ll turn the tables and chase you.”

I chuckle and squeeze one of her breasts. “You can try. But you’ll end up just like this, filled with my seed wherever I catch you, in any way I want to take you.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, Your Majesty,” she teases. “I can’t wait until we have a family of our own.”

I nip her shoulder and whisper, “Let’s make it happen, darling.”

Epilogue

Malakai

Three months later

At breakfast, Julian brings a report from the royal physician. Against my wishes, Lili kept him on, saying it wouldn’t be right to fire the man who made our whirlwind wedding such a success—at least, until the rebel attack.

“But he’s a man,” I protested. “I don’t want him near you all the time.”

She gave me a look, one that fell somewhere between tenderness and irritation, and said, “Malakai. I am going to have to work alongside men, just as you work alongside women. Your secretary is female, is she not?”

Grouchily, I nodded. She patted the back of my hand and said, “Do I act jealous of her?”

“No.”