The Last Princess (11 page)

"I can be a pain in the ass."

"I'm sure the three of us can handle you. In fact,
I'd be bored to tears if you were a good little princess."

"I don't think any of us Demori sisters are what
you'd consider good girls."

He leaned down and kissed her, a sensual exploration. 
She could taste the wolf, sense its power and self-assurance. 

Ulric's palmed her ass from behind. "Sugar and
spice is highly overrated," he said against her neck in between peppering
kisses. "The girl I remember, the one I fell in love with, took life by
the horns and didn't worry about getting dirty.  I would have been disappointed
if you'd turned out like your mother."

She wanted to scream out her thanks to the night sky,
to whatever higher power was responsible for bringing Ulric, Caleb, and
Alexander into her life.

Her happiness mingling with her heightened hormones
made her dizzy with desire.  She craved the attention of her mates, the
untiring fucking she knew each was capable of. "My wolf is clawing inside
me," she confessed.

"Is she hungry for cock?" asked Ulric. He was
the one she'd fantasized about tasting.  Would she even be able to swallow him
without choking?  It was a test she was eager to conduct.

Delia dropped to her knees in front of him, zeroing in
on his stiff erection.  She licked his balls, gently sucking one into her mouth
at a time, earning her a blissful groan. Then she lapped his full length from
root to tip before sucking on the broad head.  It was the most natural thing in
the world to do.  She could steal even the great bear shifter's power just by
taking him in her mouth.  Her sisters' must have learned this secret long
before her—males were easily controlled by their cocks.

Alexander took up residence behind her.  He was on his
knees, her legs safely tucked between his. As she sucked Ulric, he rubbed her
nipples between his fingers, bringing her pleasure up another level.  Then she
felt the rigid line of his dick as he scissored it between her folds.  He used
the moisture he collected to push into her ass.  She hadn't expected it and
clenched down instinctively. "Oh gods, Delia. You're tight." He
continued to spear her ass in a slow, measured entry. She was so consumed by
her lust and the strength of the moon that she barely noticed the discomfort
this time.  This new position allowed him to penetrate her deeper with more
control.  He fucked her up the ass in long, full thrusts. She was tingling on
the surface while a volcano built in her core.  It was difficult to stay
latched on Ulric's dick with Alexander continuously rocking her body as he
pummeled her.

"Delia."

She opened her eyes and released her hold on Ulric. 
Caleb stood near her, his body strong and healed, his own cock magnificent and
rigid. "Caleb," she said breathlessly. 

"Have you ever shared a woman before?" Ulric
asked him.

He shook his head.  Delia wasn't about to tell her
other lovers of Caleb's inexperience. She loved him, and wanted the two men,
already friends, to acknowledge the new addition to their little pack.

"You're in for a treat then, fox.  Lie down so
Delia can straddle you.  It'll feel different with a second cock sharing her
body.  I doubt you'll last long."

Caleb lowered himself to the ground. "Just because
I'm a fox doesn't mean I don't have self control.  If Delia wishes it, I can go
all night long."

Alexander and Ulric laughed, a sound of approval and
acceptance. Once Caleb was flat on his back, the wolf, still penetrating her
rear, shuffled them forward.  She straddled Caleb, leaning over his chest to
kiss him.  A thousand kisses would never be enough to transmit the affection
she felt for him.  He'd come looking for her, fought for her, loved her.

Once she was in position she bore down on Caleb's
erection.  It squeezed in tight, fighting for space with Alexander's cock. The
fullness itself brought her relief. She took a deep breath, savoring the sweet
scent of pine and earth.  Being outdoors brought her back to her roots.  She
felt free, strong, and finally found a place for herself in the world.  This
was her pack now and she'd do everything in her power to keep it intact.

Alexander and Caleb worked well together, pistoning in
and out of her body as a team.  The constant pressure and friction brought her
quickly to a precipice. She hovered there in a constant state of perfection as
long as she could hold off.  Once Alexander began to growl, his fingers biting
into her hips, she almost lost it.  Delia cried out into the night, calling for
Ulric.  She wanted all her males to bond with her together, sealing their
connection.

His cock was still obscenely engorged.  He'd been
stroking himself as he watched which she didn't find fair. She planned to
finish what she started with him.  Once he was close enough, she braced herself
on his strong thigh and opened for his cock. He gladly fed it to her,
supporting her head as the other men worked her body without faltering. Ulric
tasted salty and earthy. As her orgasm drew nearer, she sucked more vigorously,
earning her growls deep in his chest.

She wondered if the Royal Elite were watching from the
shadows.  If they were she didn't care.  She was protected, claimed, and if
somehow her mother's guards overpowered her, she had no doubt Alexander, Ulric,
and Caleb would come to her rescue.

As if a switch was flipped inside her, her orgasm was
released.  It was powerful, surprising her with strong contractions.  She
milked both cocks so tight that the men groaned and fucked her faster, soon
filling her with their seed.  Ulric pumped the base of his cock rapidly as she
suckled the head.  He pulled her hair back sharply as he released down her
throat, healthy sprays of ejaculate nearly making her choke. 

Alexander slipped away, dropping to his back.  Delia
fell to the side in the crook of Caleb's arm. Together, they all watched the
moon, in quiet reflection, as it slowly crossed the sky. There wasn't too much
night left, and soon they'd have to head inside and deal with the aftermath of
their choices.

Would Ulric lose his position as Royal Elite?  She knew
they weren't allowed to take mates, but had to devote their lives to the
monarchy.  Another cruel law imposed by the royals. It was unjust to deny a
male shifter the right to find a mate, to procreate.  Alexander was only
following his calling, so couldn't be faulted for mating with Delia.  Of
course, her mother would have a conniption when she found out one of her new
sons was a fox. Whatever.  The queen could take them or leave them.  Their bond
was secure and neither heaven nor hell could separate them now.

****

Alexander knew the queen well.  They'd shared every
meal together for years as they waited for Delia and her sisters to return. She
wasn't a cruel woman, just set in her ways, determined to maintain the heritage
passed down through the generations.

He considered what Delia had asked him before.  Did he
think fate had intervened somewhere along the way?  Yes.  He had been ready for
a loveless mating, one of duty and honor, but nothing he would want to raise a
family around.  His own parents had been hard-working, dedicated wolf
shifters.  They raised him and his siblings with a strong hand but also an
unconditional love he still remembered fondly.  Alexander wanted that for his
own children.  He wanted a mating filled with love, laughter, and happy
memories.  The thought of living in that stifling castle with a wife he didn't
love or care about was not one he wanted to entertain.

Caleb was the most worried as they walked through the
stone tunnels. And so he should be.  A fox had never been mated to a royal wolf
shifter.  If Alexander knew the queen at all, she would be less than impressed.
But Delia bore the love bite, so there was no refuting their mating. It was
legal, binding, and eternal.

Alexander felt excited.  Change was on the horizon.  He
had a mate with character and fire after such a long wait.  She was a beauty,
one he planned to love and spoil as any good mate should. He no longer had to
worry about a lonely future, growing old alone and unwanted.  Not only had his
bride returned, but Ulric and Caleb were her chosen others. Ulric was his best
friend, a man who had been a lost cause since he'd known him.  Caleb was young,
full of optimism and positive energy.  Their pack would thrive—grow in love and
affection from this day onward.

They dressed in one of the private rooms.  The rookie
guards often destroyed their clothing on night shifts before thinking, so there
was a wardrobe room off the maze of tunnels leading to the interior of the
castle.

"Ready?" asked Alexander.

"I was.  I came here with every intention of
speaking my mind, knowing they could be my last words."  She paused.
"But things are different now.  I didn't have anything to live for. Now I
do."

"Everything will be fine, Delia."  Ulric
tucked her against his side and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be right
beside you."

She turned to face him. "That's just it, Ulric. 
You'll lose your job. Not just any job, either.  Do you realize how many
shifters would kill to be in your shoes?"

"Look, it's a done deal, princess.  You're mine
and if I'm banished, so be it. The only reason I applied for the job was to be
closer to you."

Alexander threw up his hands. "All these years and
you're crushing over my bride?  This wasn't something you think you should have
mentioned?"

"What would be the point?  I wasn't approved, you
were.  I'd rather my friend have her than a complete stranger—"

"Well, now you all have me.  Come on, let's get
this nightmare over with."

They head back into the cool tunnels.  They were only
halfway to the secret entrance when the main power boomed on, returning
emergency lighting to the stony path.

Caleb held her hand as they walked. The love in his
eyes for the princess was clear as the moon. "You won't have to keep away
from your sisters anymore, Delia.  Everything will be in the open. No more
hiding."

She nodded, but he could feel her unease.

 Once they entered the castle, they were flanked by the
Royal Elite. "Let us pass," ordered Ulric.

"You're a traitor now.  No one is permitted to
enter except the last princess."

"Fuck you, Ronan!  How long have we known each
other?  Do you really think I'm a threat to the queen?"

The guard exhaled, his stance softening. "Rules
are rules.  I should be taking you three to the cells, so consider yourself
lucky."  He held out his arm and motioned for Delia to pass.
"Princess, if you'd come with me."

Alexander knew in that moment it wasn't just fate that
connected him to the beautiful she-wolf. It was new love.  The thought of never
seeing her again, of her being harmed, or of the queen ordering her to marry
three new males made his fangs poke at his gumline. He wanted to fight for
Delia, to keep her close where he could keep her safe.

****

She didn't want to go without her mates. Not only was
she afraid to face her mother, but more afraid for what they may do to her men
when she wasn't looking. Delia didn't fear pain or reprimand, only the
possibility that the queen could separate her from her mates or punish them in
revenge.

"What will happen to Ulric?" she asked the
guard as they walked down the long hallways.

"He'll be punished."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "Punished for
what? For following his heart?"

"You know very well the Elite aren't permitted to
mate.  He broke the rules, and the queen likes order."

They continued to walk.  "So I suppose you never
plan to have a woman of your own, then?"

He shook his head.

It wasn’t natural. This guard was tall with hair as black
as her own. From the scent of him, she guessed he was a tiger. How did he
handle the full moon when his kitty wanted to come out and play?

They arrived at the sunroom, the one she used to play
in as a child.  Her mother rose to her feet immediately, briefly closing her
eyes as if she may faint. "Delia!"  She rushed over, waving the
guards away. "Leave us."

Her mother reached her arms out to hug her, but stopped
midway when she noted her love bites. "Mated?  You actually went through
with it?"

"Yes. It's done."

"Come.  Sit."

They proceeded to the small wrought iron table by the
glass wall which looked across the grounds, acres of fields and forest, an
island in an ever growing town.

"You know, I came here to tear down the palace. I
was going to destroy everything you loved."

The queen nodded, taking a sip of the hot tea on the
table.

"You took my sisters from me.  We were on the run
for years, living like dogs just to avoid being forced to mate who you declared
fit."

"Delia, I never told you to leave, and I never
took your sisters from you."

"So this is all my fault?"

She reached across the table and beckoned for Delia's
hand. When her mother touched her, holding her hand between two of hers, Delia
felt tears prick at the backs of her eyes.  Why?

"I was young once, too." She smiled. "I
can bore you with talk of our royal legacy and the great responsibility
entrusted to us, but you already know the stories. When the three of you left,
you took my heart with you.  I tried to get you back, sending my best men to
hunt you down and bring you home. But you girls were stealthier than I
expected.  Why didn't you at least call?"

"I was running for the sake of Carna and Freya.  I
wouldn't have them forced into a loveless marriage like you and our fathers.
They had the right to know what love and freedom was."

"Sweet Delia, you always were my most difficult
child, always running wild with that bear shifter from town.  I spent half my
day chasing you down and thinking up new punishments to get you to behave like
your sisters."