The Last Princess (9 page)

Alexander handed Ulric a small white tube.  She heard a spurt
of liquid and then a cool jolt as he pressed a moist finger deep into her ass. 
Delia bit her lip not to squeal.  She abhorred weakness in women even more than
men. "You're tight.  You've never taken a cock in your ass before, have
you?"

She shook her head, glad he knew the truth so he'd take it easy
on her.  If Caleb were here he'd be a patient and loving teacher.  Of course,
he was just as inexperienced in the bedroom as Delia, so she needed these
wicked men to thrust her into their world. She only hoped she come out
unscathed on the other side.

Ulric eased his finger in and out, slow and steady.  The tight
hold her anus had on his digit assisted in ignited countless dormant nerves. 
He leaned over her back, his heat scorching her skin.  She sighed, savoring the
intimacy, the physical affection she lacked for so long. The bear snaked his
hand between the mattress and her body, searching until he found her clit. 
Then the torment truly began.  He finger fucked her ass while rubbing circles
over her bundle of nerves at the front.  When he added a second finger, he
quickened his teasing on her clit.  She felt his hot breath against her neck
and shoulder as he groaned, a primitive sound.  Somehow he enjoyed giving her
pleasure as much as she did receiving it.

Then he bit her.  Not like before, not a playful nip, but a
deep, penetrating love bite with his fangs.  It burned, a new heat flushing her
face, her body.  She couldn’t contain the pressure so desperate for escape.
"Ulric!"

She detonated, her pressure releasing in a chorus of guttural
moans as her ass clenched his fingers, her pussy spasmed, and a new connection
was born.  Ulric had marked her, making them as one for all time.  It felt
satisfying. Right.

"Two orgasms before we even begin?  You'll be dead to the
world when we're through with you.  Perhaps you'll be bed ridden for
days," said Alexander.

"Don't flatter yourself, wolf.  I'm a big girl.  I can
take anything the two of you can dish out."

"You should be more careful of what you say, little
one."  Ulric mounted her from behind and in moments she felt the same cool
jolt, but this time it wasn't a finger to toy with her, but the head of a
monster cock.  It would never fit inside her.  How could a male be so well
endowed?  She blamed it on his bear heritage. 

"You're in for a treat, princess. My friend has been
blessed by the gods it seems."  Alexander was nothing to laugh at so Ulric
must be obscenely large, but she couldn't see from the position on her
stomach. 

"Relax, Delia.  I must get my cock inside you, even if it
takes all night.  You're mine now so your body needs to adjust to my
size."  She wanted to take him all, every inch.  Just the thought of all
that hard cock filling her made her juices flow again. She was so wet.

He eased the head of his erection into her too tight ass. 
Even with the stretching he'd done with his fingers, it wasn't much use now. 
It burned as he forged his way deeper.  She wanted to cry out, to tell him to
stop, but refused to appear weak in front of these men. 

Alexander knelt by the bed so they were eye to eye. 
"Look at me," he said.  She lifted just her eyes. "It's normal
to feel pressure and discomfort for your first time.  But I promise, once
you've adjusted you'll be begging for more."  He cupped her face and
kissed her lips.  This was another new kiss, different, but equally welcome.

"Oh gods, you're too big, Ulric!" 

He must have had a couple inches embedded inside her when he
froze. "Take all the time you need.  I'll wait for you."  She could
hear his heavy breaths coming out as stifled growls. The big bad, bear shifting
Royal Elite was taking his time with her, putting her needs ahead of his. She
never thought she'd adjust to his thick girth, but after a couple minutes the
burning diminished, and when she clenched down there was no discomfort, only need.

Alexander kissed her lips, once. "Her eyes have never
been this green, Ulric. I think she likes it.  Good timing because I don't
think my dick has ever been harder."  He tilted her chin up with a
finger.  "Will you suckle me while Ulric primes your ass?  It shouldn't
take long before I join you both."

What on earth did they have planned for her?  She licked her
lips in invitation, so he stood and aimed his deep red cock at her face again. 
As she wrapped her lips around the familiar length, Ulric thrust deeper and
deeper into her ass until she was panting around the dick in her mouth.  Once
fully seated, all that cock stuffed in her ass, she thought she may gag from
the fullness.  She loved it.  It felt dirty and forbidden, but oh so right.

He grabbed her hips in a bruising grip.  She had the suspicion
he didn't know his own strength because he'd never intentionally hurt her. Then
he rocked back and forth, thrusting slow and deep, building up her excitement.
"She's very good with her mouth.  You'll have to try later," said
Alexander, guided her head over his cock. 

"Her tight little ass won't let me hold on long.  If
you're going to join us, you best do it now," said Ulric, his voice deep
and gravely.

"She's my betrothed. It's only fitting I fill her with my
seed."

Both men withdrew from her body and shifted her to the centre
of the bed.  She was lost in a daze, an erotic slumber where she didn't have
the energy to do anything but experience what they offered. Saying
no
was not an option.

Alexander laid on the bed, his virile cock jutting up from the
dark thatch of hair at his groin.  "Sit on my dick, little wolf.  Impale
yourself all the way to the hilt." As if a robot acting on command, she
straddled his lap and sunk into relief.  She sighed, loving the feel of having
her pussy filled once again.  It reminded her of Caleb and felt so fucking
good.  Alexander didn't wait.  His jaw was hard set, his eyes lethal.  He was
no longer a man but a shifter barely holding onto control.  Her she-wolf howled
within her as she began to ride his cock, up and down, harder and faster. 

"Lean forward, Delia.  I'm joining the both of you." 
Ulric used a palm to force her against the other man's chest as he positioned
himself behind her.  This time she received no complimentary adjustment
period.  He found his mark and fucked her hard, filling her ass full of cock. 
The additional penis fought for space with the other one, only a thin membrane
separating them.  The fullness was unreal.  Every minute movement sent her nerves
racing. She drifted.  There were hands touching her, lips kissing her, and hard
male bodies making love to her. It was impossible to focus on one flame of
sensation when her body was afire.

As Ulric continued to pump into her ass, his balls and thighs
slapping against her, Alexander pulled her closer.  "You're worth the
wait," he said before cracking the taut layer of skin at her neck.  His
canines sunk deep, marking her as Ulric did.  There would be no martyrdom for
her, not with two mates now linked to her soul.  Why hadn't Caleb claimed her? 
She'd asked him to at first, wanted him to, but he held back. Why?

The fresh bite brought her spiraling towards a third orgasm. 
Her body was so spent that she feared the intensity this one promised.  When
the light and heat and passion released from her body, both men were there to
hold her steady, to help her ride out the lengthy orgasm while joining her
themselves.

Ulric rolled off onto the mattress, and as she attempted to
move to a bare spot on the bed, Alexander tucked her under his arm and kissed
her damp forehead. "You're my mate, whether the queen says so or not. 
This I know."  She smiled, pleased with his words and the perfect moment
she was in.

"I'm beat," said Ulric.  "But I still have to
interrogate that fucking fox.  I'll be back as soon as I can, princess. I
promise."

"What fox?"

Chapter
Nine

Delia followed him all the way down into the dank basement of
the castle, wearing the black scarf for discretion. Alexander wasn't too far
behind, not willing to leave his prize to wander out of sight.  Ulric had
imagined this day in his dreams, wondered how he would feel about sharing Delia
should he have the miracle to mate with her. Now it was reality and he didn't
feel threatened at all. It was as if this mating was meant to be, declared by
the gods.  Alexander was his friend, a man devoted to bringing the dying wish
of his mother to fruitation.  But there was more.  He saw the look in his eyes
after he'd marked Delia.  Ulric knew he felt the same connection, the one
binding the three of them for life.  But two mates were unheard of for a
princess.  Delia's sisters had three or four each.  How would he feel about
another male joining their trio?

"When exactly did you capture him?" she asked again
as they navigated the twisting stone staircase, lit only by candle wall
sconces.  The power was still out, but as shifters, predators of the night,
they could see well enough.

"I've told you.  It was soon after I caught you the first
time.  He claimed to be looking for a princess, which is ridiculous because
until today we didn't have one." Delia was overly concerned about the
prisoner.  It was just another pesky fox.  Surely she couldn't feel pity for
the man, especially since he claimed he was trying to kidnap a royal.  He's
lucky Delia didn't find him before Ulric did.  She was capable of ripping a fox
shifter to shreds with her skilled she-wolf.  He still remembered the sleekness
and agility of her wolf.  It would be a treat to run through the woods with her
like they did when they were youngsters
.  Soon.

He pushed open the heavy iron door, dismissing another Elite
who was keeping watch. "Are you ready to talk?" he asked the
prisoner.

Delia swatted him out of her way and burst into the cool
room.  "Caleb!"  She stopped short, her brow creasing. "Where's
Caleb?"

"Who's Caleb?" asked Alexander.

"My first mate."  She left the cell, returning to
the candlelight of the main prison room.  The fact so spoke so matter-of-factly
blew him away.  She had no love bites on her and he'd thoroughly explored her
decadent body.

"You have no other mate besides us," said Ulric,
prisoner now forgotten entirely.

"It happened suddenly. Recently.  He's waiting for me at
a hotel nearby."

Alexander crossed his arms over his chest, his face stoic. 
"Who is this fellow exactly?  What species?  Where's he from?  Does he
realize princesses take more than one male?"

She exhaled in exasperation. "This is not a contest.  The
bond I have with each of you is unique, but also binding us as a whole."

"Well, I for one would like to know about the other piece
of our 'whole'," said Ulric. 

"He's of no threat to either of you.  He's—"

"Oh gods, not another fucking bear?"

"Watch it, Alexander," he mock-warned.

"A fox.  He's a fox, okay." She said it like a
curse, and it was.  A fox shifter?  With a princess?  It was absurd,
disgusting, unnatural.  Royal princesses were destined for greatness—top
breeds, strongest alpha males.  For her to add a measly fox to their collective
was laughable.

Alexander did, laughing out loud, the deep sound echoing in
the small stony room. "A fox you say?  What will you do with him when you
have
us
?"

"He's smart, funny, handsome, and wonderful. If you can't
accept my choice then stay away!"  She glared at both of them and then
stormed out. Alexander gave chase.  Ulric returned his attention to the fox in
the holding cell.  "You!  Tell me how you knew there was a princess here. 
Was it another fox who hired you?  Tell me now!"

"What would one of us want with a royal?  It was a wolf,
but I don't know his name.  He knew the last princess would return here."

"How?"

The man hesitated. "Because
I
told him.  I hacked
into this guy's computer and found out he was coming here with the
princess."  He dragged a hand through his hair. "Don't judge me!  We
all have to make a living somehow."

"You fox shifters are all the same.  Grow some fucking
balls. Ronan will be down soon to teach you what we do to traders of the throne."

He slammed the cell door closed and locked it.  The mere idea
of living out his days under the same roof as one of those creepy little beta
shifters made his skin crawl.  The thought of one of them touching Delia,
fucking her, enraged him.

****

The moment he sat up in the bed and opened his eyes, he knew
she was gone.  There wasn't even any lingering warmth on her side of the bed. 
He'd checked the room and found her clothes and boots missing.  There was no
doubt in his mind that Delia went to the castle alone.  She was going to make a
martyr out of herself. Why couldn't she understand that nothing she did would
change age-old laws and customs?  What mattered was living her own life, a new
life—with him.

Caleb didn't have any special training in combat or stealth. 
He spent his days doing odd jobs online. But he wouldn't let Delia make the
worst mistake of her life if he could stop it.  Even without marking her, he
knew she was meant to be his.  There were so many layers to the princess, much
more than meet the eye.  He wanted to uncover every one, to learn about the woman
he planned to devote his life to.

He called a taxi, considering the motorcycle was gone and he
had no way of getting to the castle.  Caleb had them park a block away so he
could creep up without announcing his arrival.  The night sky was lighter than
usual, highlighted by the full white sphere of the moon.  He cursed the moon
and its strength, tonight of all night he needed his full wits.  Even under the
dire circumstances, all he could play in his head were the mewling sounds Delia
made as he fucked her. She was tight, responsive, perfect.  He didn't want his
first time to be his last.