Marriage Contracted
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Alexander POV
There is a secret hiding place close to the castle and only I know of it. It's not a super-secret hiding place, but not letting anyone know where it is ensuring that the clothes I leave there don't get taken by anyone but myself. While I'm making my way there, my mind drifts to the young man I met earlier, Cassidy.
A chance encounter in the woods during the full moon and therefore, my monthly hunting session. I'd heard the scuffle in the woods and so did the very woodland creatures I was hunting; so I went to investigate. And found Cassidy. Saved his pretty ass and brought him to my cabin to rest and recuperate. For some reason, my wolf considered him successfully hunted and I didn't have to go chomp on some unsuspecting wildlife for the rest of the full moon.
I caught him checking me out when I woke up back in my human skin. His hair was such a shiny copper. His face was flushed red and his cloak was red too. This guy, honestly, so much red. And he blushes so easily; he has not much of a working brain-to-mouth filter and he's funny. I like that. Totally my type.
Except that I'm stuck in an arranged marriage that I'd only just been notified about last night as I was packing to go spend the night of the full moon in the woods. By my own father. Can you imagine how betrayed I left home feeling? I left before he told me who I was betrothed to and now I'm wishing I had the freedom to see where my relationship with Cassidy could progress to. If we had kids, they could have those night sky blue eyes as Cassidy does.
That sounded less romantic and more creepy than I thought.
His unwillingness to surrender to those bandits is admirable albeit really stupid. He can't fight for nuts. I think he thinks he can though. I really like Cassidy and I'm kinda glad that the bandits that attacked him didn't hit his face. He just has these really soft and luscious lips.
Okay wow, I have developed a stronger attachment to Cassidy than is normal upon a first meeting. Come to think of it, even my wolf is unusually comfortable around someone we've only just met.
I want to see him again. But what would we do together? As I make my way to my room, I try and come up with something but fail miserably. Perhaps a bath with help.
"Please have a bath drawn for me, "I tell the guards standing outside my room. One of them nods before walking off to find a servant. And then I sit and ponder on my bed. About Cassidy. Again.
"Your bath, sir?" a servant calls from the other side of the door after knocking.
“Ah, yes. Just in time. Thank you very much."
The servant filling my tub bows. "You're welcome, your highness," he replies.
I sit in my bath as he washes me. Honestly, I usually do it myself but I'm so distracted today. "Tell me,” I say, as he sponges my back. “What would you do if you wanted to go out with someone? Just the two of you.”
“A courtship, your highness?”
“No, unfortunately. Just as friends,” I reply.
“A picnic, your highness?”
“That's actually not a bad idea. When we are done here, tell the kitchens to prepare a picnic for me tomorrow morning. And have them ready my horse for my departure as well please.”
“Very well your highness,” he replies.
I finish my bath and get dressed. It's nearly dinner time. I decide to have it in my room, still a little upset with my father.
After dinner, I relax in my bed with a good book. As I read, there is a knock on my door.
"Enter, "I say, without looking up. When someone knocks like that, it's either my father or my mother. This time, it's my mama. "Mama."
"Hello, darling. What are you reading?"
I sigh audibly. "I know you want something mama. Don't try and talk to me about Father and his betrothal."
"It's not his betrothal. It's yours. And there's nothing wrong with a betrothal. Your father and I were promised to each other and look at us. We are happy and in love."
I close my book and rub my temples. "That's cause you and father got lucky with each other."
"Give it chance darling. You might be surprised."
I pout at that. "But mama, what if I'm not as lucky as you and father?" What if he's not anything like Cassidy?
"Just give it a chance okay? Get to know him first. You know your father and I won't force you into anything you don't want," my mother says reassuringly.
I frown. "Okay fine. But if I don't like him, I won't marry him."
"Deal." Mama walks to me and kisses the top of my head. "And don't ignore your father like that, you know it upsets him when refuse to speak to him."
"Fine. But only because you agreed that I didn't have to marry if I didn't want to."
Mama rolls her eyes at me and says "Whatever." Like the sassy princess, she secretly was and sat down on my bed.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
I stared at her.
She huffed and asked, "Did you meet someone today darling?"
I gaped at her. How did she do that? "I don't know what you're talking about Mother."
"Well, now I know you did meet someone."
My jaw dropped. How is she doing that? "How are you doing that?"
"Mother knows everything. Now talk to me. Is he cute?"
"Why do you automatically assume its a 'he'?" I ask incredulously.
"Did you meet a 'she' then?"
"No," I say petulantly. "And yes, he is cute."
"Do go on darling."
"His name is Cassidy and he has these really blue eyes. And when he talks, it's like I can't even look away, because he's so funny."
"Hmm..."
"Plus he smells really good! Like honey and apples and the forest. It just suits him."
"Darling, when are you going to see him again?"
"Tomorrow, I hope? We are going on a picnic! Just the two of us. I mean, I haven't asked him yet but I'm going to ask him tomorrow when I see him. I hope he says yes..."
"I'm sure he will darling. Now, you should get some rest, seeing as you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow," mama says.
"Okay, good night mama."
"Sweet dreams darling," she says and leaves.
I go back to my book.
An hour later, I snuggle under the covers and think of Cassidy blushing. My c**k twitched. I picture his mouth, his lush pink lips stretched around my c**k as he looks up at me through his messy fringe. My c**k grows harder and I drag off my pyjama bottoms. I imagine myself thrusting into his mouth, f*****g his face, Cassidy swallowing around me. I palmed my swollen member and moan.
"f**k. Cassidy, " Gods yes! "Nnngh..."
My fingers wrap around my hard length and I pump myself, imagining Cassidy's hot and wet mouth as I thrust into him. I f**k into my hand faster, twisting my wrist just the way I like it at the head.
"Cas, " I moan. My back arches as I come so hard into my hand that some of my seed splashes past my palm. I panted softly, lying on my back. f**k, that was intense. I wipe my hands on the edge of the comforter and make a mental note to change my sheets tomorrow. My eyelids grow heavy and I drift off easily.
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