Chapter 35

NOLAN

It had been a while since the princess had let him fuck her.

It was all he could think about the whole time they were fencing. He blamed being distracted by her body for the point that she somehow scored against him.

Still, she impressed him.

She was more athletic than he had expected. She was motivated and focused too. He admired that.

And he was surprised when she started flirting with him after their practice. Lately she had been acting disinterested in him. Keeping her distance.

So when she started her little strip tease in the fencing room, he just about lost his mind.

He threw her against the wall way too hard. But he couldn’t control himself, and he could feel that she was loving it. He stopped trying hold back.

He wanted to taste her. He wrapped her legs around his waist and put a few fingers inside her. She was tight and dripping wet.

He pulled his fingers out and licked one. She tasted sweet.

Finally catching her breath, the princess moaned and reached down between her legs. She felt for his huge, hard cock and guided it inside her. He started fucking her hard against the wall and she screamed.

He kissed her to shut her up.

Then he carried her over to the fencing strip, where the floor was slightly padded, and threw her onto the ground. She cried out and looked up at him with smoldering eyes and a devilish smile.

He got on top of her and pushed himself back inside of her. She started shaking all over.

He pulsed his dick in and out of her fast, making her moan and gasp for breath. He kept going until she started screaming again.

He kept her coming as long as he could, then slowed down and looked her in the eye.

There was a wildness moving through her dark blue eyes that he had never seen there before.

It was her wolf, primal and hungry, looking out at him.

They were both panting. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and fell into her mouth. She licked her lips.

He caressed the side of her face gently and gave her a soft kiss.

Then he said, sternly, into her ear, “Turn over, Princess. It’s time for your punishment.”

She did as she was told and got onto her hands and knees.

He spanked her ass hard and she gasped. He was strong, and already a big red handprint was forming on the cheek where he slapped her.

He spanked her again in the same place. And again. And again until he lost count and she was groaning and writhing around in front of him like an animal.

He flipped her over and kissed her mouth again.

“Do you want more?” he growled.

“No,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me.”

He pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap and pushed his big dick back inside her like she asked for. She wrapped her whole body around his, clutching desperately at his shoulders, and called out his name.

“Fuck me harder,” she kept saying breathlessly into his ear.

He flipped her over again and mounted her from behind. She cried out in pleasure as he grasped her hair and yanked it back, forcing her to arch her back more deeply, and slid himself back inside her, deeper now.

They fucked harder, faster, and rougher than they ever had before.

It felt so good to let go and just do whatever he wanted to her. And he could tell she fucking loved it.

She had the stamina of wolf, for sure. Her sexual appetite was insatiable.

She ran her hands all over his body. Her touch was healing and electric, sending pulses of heat through his muscles and making him feel stronger and more alive.

Somehow, they made it back to their bedroom later in the night.

They took a hot shower together to get the sweat and grime off them, then went to bed and had sex again. The fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted.

And in the morning, the prince woke up with a strange feeling in his chest.

It felt like tiny little birds were fluttering around inside his ribcage, beating their wings against his insides.

He looked over at Yena, who was fast asleep beside him.

And finally he understood. And was ready to admit it.

He loved her.

YENA

I couldn’t even keep thinking about the night before.

I had been right. The sex just got better, and more intense, with Nolan every time.

Trying to remember how it all happened felt impossible. I remembered teasing him after our fencing lesson. I remembered him throwing me into the wall.

But it was like after that, something animal inside me had taken over.

My memory of the night was all a blur of sweat, heat, pleasure, and pain. And if I let myself keep thinking about it, I was going to go crazy with desire for him again.

Nolan wasn’t in bed when I woke up.

I hated when he did that. Made love to me all night, then disappeared.

I got in the shower and tried to distract myself, but the bad thoughts kept coming back.

The thoughts about Nolan and Gina. I obsessively imagined them in bed together, with him doing all the things to her that he also did to me.

I called Lucy after I had breakfast and asked her to come over.

There was always work to be done on the collection, especially since the show was coming up soon now. But really, I asked her over because I felt like I needed a friend.

I sent a car for her, and she arrived within an hour.

“Oh, my Goddess,” she said when I met her at the front of the palace. “You are glowing today. You look absolutely beautiful!”

I smiled. I thought about telling her about the amazing sex I’d just had last night. But then I thought better of it.

The last time I’d gossiped to someone about my sex life was back with Susan, when I told her about my first time with Nolan. And that had not turned out well.

I felt pretty sure Lucy was different. She did not strike me as someone who would betray me, flip out over something stupid and spill all my secrets. But I decided to keep my juicy story to myself anyway.

In the studio, Lucy tried on all three looks in the collection. We got all of them prepped for the final alterations, pinning every fold and hemline into place for me to sew together later.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Lucy asked me as we stopped our work for a bit and took a break. The deaconess had brought us tea and cookies to snack on.

“Of course,” I said.

“Well, there’s this guy…” she started. She looked away shyly.

“Ooh,” I said. “Tell me!”

Maybe Lucy really was going to be someone I could confide in. I figured I’d let her take a turn at the secret sharing first, though.

“I like him so much,” she said, “and I can’t stop thinking about him. But I don’t think anything could ever happen between us, and it’s killing me.”

“Why?” I asked. “Why do you think nothing could ever happen?”

“Because,” she said, “he’s ten years older than me. And he’s my teacher.”

“Your teacher?” I asked.

“I know,” she said. “Please don’t judge me. I know it’s wrong.”

“Oh, no,” I said, “I’m not judging you. And hey, ten years isn’t all that much. That makes him what, twenty-nine?”

She nodded and smiled. “Yeah, but the teacher thing is the real problem. He’s probably not allowed to date a student, even if he was interested in me, which he’s probably not.”

I set my teacup down on the table and put my hands on her shoulders for dramatic effect.

“Lucy,” I said, “you could have any guy you want. You are gorgeous and charming. I’m sure he has noticed you already.”

“Thank you,” she said, grinning. “But what can I do?”

“Tell him,” I offered. “What can it hurt?”

She looked petrified. “I could never,” she said, her eyes round and wide.

I giggled.

“What’s the guy’s name, anyway?” I asked. “And what class does he teach?”

“He’s my Philosophy of Culture professor,” she said. “And his name is Adan.”