Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
She winks up and lowers her head, talking as she presses kisses along my cock. “You know all the eligible American royals. I doubt any of them will be willing to date you after your Bachelor debacle. Way to break the consort’s heart, by the way,” Amanda points out as she cups my balls.
I stare down at her, reclining in a comfortable chair, watching as the blonde beauty works. She looks thoughtful. I’m pretty sure she’s contemplating the trouble I’m in and the likelihood that it will affect her. I’m practical. She’s in this for the cash. If I get married, she has to look for a new “mentor.”
“Are you going to go international? There might be some royal on an island somewhere who didn’t see the show.”
“I’m not going at all,” I reply, thrusting my hips up. I relax back as her head bobs up and down. She settles into her task. “I’m not going to let him force me into something I’m not ready for. Just because he wanted to get married and start a family at such a young age doesn’t mean I have to. Oh, yeah. That’s it, sweetheart.”
This is what I need. I tangle my hands in her hair as my fangs pop out. It took them long enough.
I feel her tongue whirl over and around my dick, and I start to thrust into her mouth with purpose. Her mouth is small and warm, but I want more. I want to give her an orgasm, to remind myself that I can still do something right.
“Come on,” I order, pulling her up and onto my lap. “Ride me.”
She straddles me obediently. Her brown eyes are warm as she lines my cock up and sinks down.
I forget about the fight with my father. I forget about the potential for disaster lurking in the background. I forget about everything but the need to come. I let my hands trace the lithe lines of her body, guiding her up and down.
I work my hand in between our bodies. I rub my mistress’s clitoris forcefully and am pleased when she comes with a mewling cry. I let myself go and groan as the orgasm takes me. I buck up and hold her hips. Amanda falls forward into my arms.
I rub her back gently, but my brain is working overtime again. I should be content. I should be basking in the afterglow, but all I can think about is how I’m going to face my family in the morning knowing I now have an expiration date. How am I going to find a job in a company my father doesn’t own? I seriously doubt Susan will give me a decent reference as anything but a man-whore.
“You need to find someone completely unsuitable.” Amanda’s words are said with a sigh against my neck.
“What?”
She sits up and puts her hands on my shoulders. “Look, consorts are hard to come by ever since King Torin closed off Tír na nÓg.”
“You mean Torin the Pretender.” The words are harsh to my own ears but I won’t take them back. Torin killed my aunt, uncle, and cousin, Bronwyn. Torin is the reason Beck and Cian are in exile. I will not hear him honored with a title. “The kings of the Seelie Fae are King Beckett and King Cian.”
Amanda’s mouth forms a perfectly shocked O. It doesn’t surprise me. I rarely sound serious. My cousins’ throne is one of the only things I’m damn serious about. One day I will convince them to take it back. I won’t be satisfied until Beck, Cian, and Meg wear their rightful crowns and lead the Seelie plane.
“Of course,” she says politely, scrambling off my lap. She quickly recovers. She pulls her robe around her and pours me another drink. Her smile is gracious as she passes it to me. “I apologize, baby. As I was saying, once the Pretender closed off the homelands, consorts became rare. I hear there are many who come from planes we would never have considered before.”
I zip up my pants. I’ll take a shower before I head home. The last thing I need is my parents to catch me when I reek of sex and Scotch. And it’s probably time to begin to ease my way out of the relationship with Amanda. I’ll pay for her last year of school and give her enough to have a base to start life after grad school. Maybe it’s time to be alone for a while. “Yes, the Planeswalker clans are making a fortune off Torin’s miserliness. I don’t see how this helps me.”
It limits my options. Now that I really think about it, I suppose I always planned on finding a consort eventually. Almost all vampires of royal lines marry a consort. There are several practical reasons for this, the chief being all the physical benefits a vampire receives from taking regular blood from a consort. It elongates the life of the royal vampire. A typical vampire’s life-span is roughly a hundred years. It doubles when a royal dines regularly on consort blood.