Regal Queen by Ivy Mason

Twenty-Two

I felt abso-fuckin-lutely amazing.

Alive.

I hadn't felt this way in... well, forever.

I could breathe easy, like I had my whole world ahead of me.

As soon as it was confirmed that Dimitri was dead, Bourbon ordered Knight and Dante to be in charge of clean up, and Coulter and Bourbon drove me and Torian back to the house.

A calmness settled over me, a happiness that I couldn’t describe.

The asshole was dead. I’d looked into his eyes and done it myself. A small part of me felt crazy for not even feeling a little bit bad about it, but the whole rest of me was just relieved.

We got to Bourbon’s house and the doctor we had on call ran out, meeting up with us to help bring a disoriented Torian into the house. As soon as we were all inside, Coulter stepped in front of me, a small smile on his face. “You did it.”

I grinned, unable to to hold back. I nodded. “I did. And that asshole will never hurt anyone again.”

His grin matched my own, and he reached forward to bop me on the nose with his finger. “I always knew you had it you.”

I grabbed his hand, bringing it up to my chest and stared into his face as the warmth of his affection flowed through me. “Thank you, Coulter.”

We grinned goofily at each other for a long moment, then his gaze slid to his brother, who was standing next to me. “I’m going to go help the doctor.”

Bourbon nodded, and Coulter leaned down, kissing the top of my head and mumbling, “take care of him.”

I nodded as he stepped back, turning around and disappearing through the hallway towards the kitchen. Bourbon pulled on my side, tugging me towards the stairs. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

A few minutes later, we were both standing in a warm shower. I closed my eyes, relaxing as the water moved over my hair, trickling down my body. Bourbon took care of me, gently washing and conditioning my hair, massaging my head as he did it. Then he washed me with a soaped up loofah, and I watched the rest of the dirt and grime and blood slowly slid down the drain, along with the rest of my energy.

I was drained as the adrenaline left my system. When I looked upwards, Bourbon was watching me, like always, with those gorgeous and piercing eyes.

My chest still ached with the thought that he could've been killed.

That I would've had to live my whole life without him.

Reaching forward and staring into his eyes, I took the loofah from his hands, then squirted it with more soap and began to do the same thing to him. Sighing, he pressed his hands to the stone shower wall as I scrubbed every inch of his sexy body.

I had no shadow of a doubt now that I loved him.

That my heart belonged to him.

That I was going to hand it over to him willingly.

That I trusted him with it.

I wanted to see it buried under his rib cage, protected next to his.

When I was done, he stepped under the rainfall shower head, closing his eyes and letting the water wash over him.

God, he was so gorgeous. He had a beauty that couldn't be described, but only felt. I was safe, protected… cherished, when I was with him. Those dark, piercing eyes saw straight through me.

When I was with him, I was alive in a way I'd never been before.

I had the power to go anywhere else in the world now, but all I wanted was to be by his side.

Leaning upwards, I wrapped my arms around his waist and, pressing my naked body to his, kissed him.

He groaned, a deep, primal sound, wrapping around me like a silky velvet ribbon.

It sounded like stark desire, felt like passion and need.

It stoked the fire within me, and I whimpered in submission at the sound.

At this, he pulled back, his hand moving to my neck. Placing it there, his eyes fierce and savage, he stepped forward, pushing me into the heated stone walls with his hips.

I stared up at him, and what stared back was the measure of the man.

Bourbon, open and real, expressive and honest. A man who went after what he wanted and got it. A man stripped of everything except for his love for me. The connection between us buzzed like a live wire and I felt the instinctive need to claim and protect, just as he’d done to me.

"I have a question for you." My throat bobbed with the question, the uncertainty I felt.

His voice was soft and husky. "Ask me anything."

"Whom do I belong to, Bourbon?"

"Yourself." There was no hesitation in his voice.

"And who do you belong to?"

He stared down at me with that piercing gaze, staring straight into my heart, into my soul. "You, Rose. It's always been you, since the day we met. You have always been my Queen, the holder of my heart.”

I nodded. "You're right. You are mine, Bourbon."

His chest expanded as he took in a deep, hitched breath. "You love me, Rose?"

I nodded. “Yes."

"Do you belong to me as much as I belong to you?"

"Yes."

"I want you to really think about your answer Rose, to make sure that this is what you want. Because I'm a possessive man, and I never share. If you belong to me, you will never be with another man."

"I belong to you, Bourbon."

He growled, grabbing my waist to yank my legs up so that I was straddling him. "If you belong to me, I will put a fucking baby in you. I won't wait for the right time, Rose, because that time is right now. I want to be a father, a better man than my own, and I want that with you Rose. Not because I want to tie you to me, or because I want some kind of genetically amazing mafia baby, but because I love you, Rose. And there would be nothing more incredible that sharing that love with someone we create, together."

I nodded, feeling the tears sparking in my eyes. "Give me a baby, Bourbon. I want a family with you.”

“Fuck yes.” Growling, he pressed by back into the wall, kissing me. His hand moved up to my jaw, squeezing it as he claimed my lips with his own. He moaned, and his cock was hard against my stomach. He suddenly dropped me and, turning me around to pull my hips towards him, he slid up inside me. "You are mine now, Rose.” I was wet, dripping for him, my face pressed against the wall with him slamming up into me from behind. “I'm going to put a ring on your finger, and make you officially a King. Do you have a problem with that?"

I moaned against the stone tiles. "I want to be a King, Bourbon. I want to be tied to you forever."

“Oh god,” his pounding grew more desperate, and every inch of me felt every inch of him. He clasped the back of my neck, holding it tight to hammer into me deeper. His other fingers slid to my opening. Spreading open my pussy lips, he fingered me desperately. “Come with me, baby. Show me how much you want this. How much want me.”

Clinging to the wall, I rode the wave with him, chasing my high.

Together we were raw, primal, and desperate.

In that moment, Bourbon was alive and free. Unlocked. His walls smashed and crumbled.

He was mine, wholly and completely.

The pressure between my legs detonated at the same time as he came inside me, a deep, gravely groan ripping from his chest.

I rocked against him, giving in to my orgasm, pressing myself so that I was closer to him, flesh against flesh.

He heaved against me, his broad and strong chest against my back, moving in and out at the same time until we were both breathless and panting. Then he pulled on my chin to his mouth and kissed me tenderly. His kisses were as soft and gentle as his fucking had been possessive.

Every part of me belonged to him in that moment, with his slippery seed sliding down my cunt and thighs.

“You are mine, now.” He murmured against my skin, “mine, mine mine…” He slid his fingers through his cum, still kissing me, sliding it over my skin, marking me with him once more. Then he pushed it back up inside my pussy, murmuring against my lips the whole time he did it, “and soon, my seed will be inside your belly, and we will create a family together. An expression of our love.”

I nodded, agreeing.

For once, we were completely united.

Strong.

Linked eternally with one mind, one heart…

One Soul.

Together.

Our own happily ever after.

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