The Alpha’s Wild Princess

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My dress was gone in a matter of seconds and pooled at my feet until I stepped out of it standing now in only my underwear,

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he groaned. His eyes roamed over my body like he wanted to devour it.

Lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him, he carried me to the bed, laying me gently down on it and leaning back to undo his pants. I leaned up, resting my weight on my palms. I kissed his chest and the small scar underneath his n*****s. His fingers laced through my hair, pulling my face back to kiss me on the lips.

Leaning back, I undid the clasp of my bra, taking it off, and he leaned back to take it all in.

His eyes were so dark it felt like his pupils were covering his irises. He cupped one of my breasts before leaning down to suck my n****e.

“Ohh!”

“You like that?” he growled against my skin, and I nodded even though he could not see me.

”Yeah.” I moaned out the words, and he cupped my other breast before turning to it to give it just as much attention.

“You have no idea, what you do to me. How much I’ve held myself back from doing this,” he growled out the words, each one a revelation causing my arousal to heighten.

My panties were most likely ruined at this point.

It was as if he could hear my thoughts and he trailed one finger down to my panties and I widened my legs to give him access.

“f**k, you’re wet,” he groaned out loud. Then it was like he could not control himself and he kissed me with wild, reckless abandon.

He raised one of my legs, aligning our bodies so he was at my entrance, and then his eyes found mine, searching like he needed me to stop him before he reached a point we could not come back from. I ground my waist shamelessly against his length letting the tip slip in, and we both moaned at the same time. His forehead against mine, his lips drifting on and away from mine.

I moaned in ecstasy as he slowly slid himself in, one inch at a time until he was buried inside of me, and I had never felt so full in my life.

“Oh f**k! You feel incredible.”

I was feeling too many things at once. Talking seemed to be a skill I’d forgotten how to use. He pulled back again, slowly, but thrust back in repeatedly until I was delirious with the pleasure only he could give me.

“Oh my God!”

“You like that…?” he growled into my ear.

“Yes…. God, yes.” I was almost crying at this point; he slipped one finger between us to play with my n****e, and I went off like a rocket, bucking and grinding underneath his weight, clenching around him so hard he shouted, but he didn’t stop until he found his own pleasure. We remained like that for the longest time, unable to move. I did not want it to end.

CHAPTER 10

NICHOLAS

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woke up to bright lights streaming in through the open curtains and found myself in a bed that did not belong to me. A soft body lay pressed against me, and the memories from last night returned with the forcefulness of a hurricane.

I opened my eyes, the scent of roses and vanilla permeating my senses. Her dark hair was strewn across the pillow, some of her soft tresses finding their way to my shoulder. I leaned closer to breathe it in, and instantly, I wanted her again.

Last night had been crazy, to say the least; maybe it was the adrenaline rush of almost dying, or maybe it was the fact that I’d wanted her for so long. I needed any excuse I could find. Her even breath on my chest meant that she was still sleeping peacefully, and a wave of protectiveness hit me.

It was no surprise that in the span of a few weeks, she had become one of the most important people in my life and now my wife.

I trailed my finger down her pale skin, most of it covered by the duvet. She was impossibly beautiful and fierce. She could hold her own in hard situations. It was shocking, how different she was from her family.

The sound of footsteps approaching interrupted my thoughts, and I sat up; thankfully, she only readjusted her position and continued sleeping.

It was Ryland; he was whistling in that god-awful tone of his, and I got out of bed, putting on my clothes as quickly as I could to meet him outside.

His eyes widened when I opened the door to meet him. Clearly, he had not been expecting to find me here.

“I had no idea you were taking your husbandly role quite so seriously,” he teased trying to peep into the room.

“Shut it, Ryland,” I said, pushing him out of the way before he could and he laughed even harder. We walked toward my office together.

“Did you find anything out about the dead assailant?” I asked as I opened the door to the study. The massive grandfather clock on the wall told me that it was already past nine in the morning; I had slept through breakfast, a first for me,

“Unfortunately, no.” Ryland’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I was disappointed, but I had expected it. Whoever had sent the boy would have known that we would try to find him. Killing himself meant that they had to be fanatics for whatever cause they were fighting for. It would mean nothing to them for a boy to kill himself so that we wouldn’t be able to find them so easily.

“But,” Ryland continued, “we have a few leads, nothing concrete yet. “He had a tribal tattoo on his torso which led us to assume that he was from the Outborder post. Although, we have no idea what faction yet.”

“Right, I guess that narrows it down.”