Man Who Should be King (11 page)
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Authors: Mlyn Hurn
Syranna cried out as Marcus pulled her down on top of
himself, and then rolled them in the bed. A moment later she was gasping as his
hand strayed down her naked tummy and cupped her pussy. His fingers were
already wiggling between her damp folds, easing inside her cunt. She felt his
thumb moving insistently forward, gently finding and then working his magic on
her clit.
“Oh!”
“Don’t hold it in, my love,” Marcus whispered to her as his
hand continued to lead her body toward the peak.
Syranna knew she was breathing faster each second he
continued to tease and torment her flesh. She felt him probing inside her—
“God! Marcus!”
His fingers massaged her g-spot and between the sensations
of this, his thumb on her clit and his mouth on her nipple, she was tipped over
the edge.
“Yes! Marcus! I love you! I love you!”
As her body orgasmed in sweet release, her soul gave up its
secret. She felt Marcus moving, his fingers leaving her body. Only a few
seconds later, he was thrusting his cock into her spasming cunt, burying it to
the hilt. He pulled back and thrust in again. But his need was as great as
hers. After just a few movements with her tight cunt pulling and squeezing
around his cock, he was coming deep inside her body.
“I love you, Syranna! God! I love you so much!”
A few moments later he dropped to the bed beside her.
Syranna could dimly hear his harsh breathing above her own ragged breaths and
pounding heart. His next words warmed her heart even more.
“Marry me, Syranna! We can live here part of the time and on
Vikalla part of the time. We’ll raise dragons all the time. What the hell! I’ll
build transportation stations just outside my palace and here. I’ll commute to
work each day! Just say yes, please!”
Syranna felt his fingers thread with hers as they lay side
by side. It was crazy, but this seemed more real than him getting down on
bended knee, as tradition would have him. She squeezed his hand before she
replied.
“What about Uther?”
“So this is a package deal, huh? I get the princess as long
as I accept the dragons and the frog? It works for me, but could we build him a
nice little house of his own?”
Syranna rolled onto her side and propped herself up to look
down at Marcus. “He has no other home.”
“And I doubt we could talk Darmand into taking him, huh? Of
course, he can stay. We’ll have to add a few more modern conveniences, though.”
Syranna kissed him before she questioned what those might
be. Marcus grinned up at her.
“We’ll need a transfer station built much closer and better
communication. Is there anyone else who’ll be living with us?” Marcus stopped
as they both heard a noise coming closer and closer.
A few seconds later, three small green bodies dropped down
into the bed with them. AnnaBelle nudged her little head between theirs,
looking from one to the other.
“Mmmrrrrrr.”
Meanwhile, her brothers were climbing onto Marcus’ chest.
His namesake plopped down immediately in the middle of his stomach, while Fitzy
dropped down onto the bed and walked across it until he reached the top of
Marcus’ head. He then dropped down and curled into a semi-circle, almost like a
hat, on the pillow at the top of his head.
Syranna smiled when Marcus looked back at her. “I’d say
you’ve been officially welcomed into the family.”
“I think they are tougher than a father would ever be when
he considered a possible suitor for his daughter.”
“Maybe they’re only troublesome if you have a long white
beard and wear purple robes,” Syranna said with a smile.
“Shame on you, wife!”
Syranna paused, hearing Marcus try the word on for size.
“Are you only marrying me to secure the safety of our worlds?”
“I would abdicate if you asked me to do it, but then you
wouldn’t be the woman I thought you were.”
“Clever, sir, I must say. But you are right. We will work
this out, unlike my mother. I want to live in both worlds, and I want our
children to feel free to choose, if they feel the need.”
“So, you want children?” Marcus reached over and traced his
index finger along her upper lip.
Syranna leaned forward and kissed the finger before it left.
“I just assumed, but if we don’t have any then we’ll work something else out.
There are lots of children who need love and don’t have parents to give it to
them. And dragonets are very good around small children, as long as you keep
their harnesses on until they are old enough to control their flames
themselves. Zudu could end up with postpartum depression once again after her
next brood.”
“Hmm. Which option you think Uther will find less
objectionable, dragonets or children?”
Syranna lowered her head to rest on his chest. She laughed
softly as she imagined Uther struggling to cope with a multitude of dragonets
and children of different ages. It was funny. “I think he will have the same
reaction to both. But he has a good heart.”
“And he has a mind that can be easily bent?”
Syranna shrugged. “I’ve only done that a few times. And now
that he knows, it will be even harder.”
She stopped as she saw AnnaBelle coming toward Marcus’
chest. A moment later, one small shimmering green foot stepped onto Marcus’
arm, using it as a stepping-stone. The claw caught Marcus’ attention but he
didn’t move. Syranna turned her head and met his gaze. In his eyes she saw the
way she felt about the animals she rescued and brought home to nurture:
protective, caring and loving. She knew then that Marcus was indeed the right
man for her. He was so much more than the man who should be king. He was the
man she loved so much it was almost an ache in her soul.
“I love you,” she whispered to him softly.
Marcus grimaced as AnnaBelle kneaded his skin for a second
before she settled to sleep near her brother. “I love you, Syranna, and your
unusual menagerie too. I believe we shall have an interesting life together.”
Syranna carefully moved up so she didn’t disturb the
dragonets. Pressing a kiss to Marcus’ mouth, she winked at him as she pulled
away. “I think we’ll have a whole heck of a lot more than just interesting
times, King Marcus. Trust me!”
Silence reigned for a few moments and it was wonderfully
peaceful and calm. Suddenly Marcus remembered something else Syranna had said.
“What the hell did you mean when you said postpartum
depression?”
Syranna pressed her fingers against his lips a second later.
“Don’t fret, my love. I’ll explain it all later, after we’ve had a nice nap.
Zudu and I had a lovely long conversation…”
The End
A resident of Indiana, Mlyn worked as a registered nurse for
23 years in pediatrics. Reading Barbara Cartland and Harlequin romance novels
in high school spurred her to start writing. She did technical writing for her
employers until she started writing erotica four years ago. Mlyn is single and
lives with her cranky cat Georgia, who she named after her favorite artist for
inspiration, Georgia O’Keeffe.
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