Captive Princess: A Dark Paranormal Romance (Feline Royals Book 2) Page 12

  If only there were a way to come back to her. To rejoin my family, to rejoin the human world. Maybe that was what was coming. I could feel a change on the horizon, but I didn’t know what it was. Something big. Someone powerful. I wanted to warn her, but I could only make sure that I saw her one more time, in case that someone took them from me. My last connection to the human world, the last piece of my humanity.

  I could only hold on a little longer.

  Twenty-Three

  Itzel

  Princess, Ocelot Nation

  “Oh my god, this is the best fucking steak I’ve ever eaten,” I said, slicing off another bite and chewing, my eyes falling closed as the delicious, salty juices spread over my tongue.

  “I’m glad you think so,” Sir Kenosi said, sounding slightly amused. I didn’t care if I looked like a glutton. I was hungry as fuck, and I was pretty sure that I could orgasm from the deliciousness of the steak alone.

  “So, if you’re not going to let me see my friends, can I at least know what’s going on with them?” I asked. “Where are they? Is my sister okay?”

  “She is,” Sir Kenosi said, slicing into his steak while holding it with his fork.

  I was tempted to pick mine up and gnaw on it like a chicken leg, but I refrained. “Have you seen her?” I asked.

  “Of course,” Kenosi said, sounding surprised by my question.

  “And Gabor?” I asked. “He got hit pretty hard the day we got here.”

  “I remember,” Sir Kenosi said. “And he’s fine, as well.”

  “Well?” I asked, lowering my fork and swallowing. “Where are they?”

  “They’re in the guest quarters,” Sir Kenosi said.

  My stomach dropped, and I thought my food would make a reappearance when I pictured Kenosi going down to visit my sister. “You didn’t…” I stopped speaking and grabbed my wine glass, swallowing a mouthful so fast it made my eyes burn. “You haven’t been treating her the way you’ve been treating me, have you?”

  Sir Kenosi had the nerve to throw back his head and laugh. I contemplated whether I could slit his throat with my steak knife while it was exposed, but cheetahs were fast as fuck, so I held myself in check. My hand clenched around the handle of the knife while I waited. “That frigid little prude?” Kenosi said, dabbing at the corner of his eye. “I have no interest in getting frostbite on my dick.”

  I secretly cheered Camila’s poise as I took another bite. I wondered how she was holding up. I knew my sister would be worried sick, probably in a panic that she couldn’t see me. She needed me by her side more than ever in this foreign place. Even if the king had no power, she’d had an appointment with him. She had probably thought he could give her the amulet, or order Sir Kenosi to do so. Who was helping her calm her nerves and face her fears in my absence?

  “Where do the others think I am?” I asked. “Are you telling them I died in the clinic?”

  Kenosi laughed and sipped his wine. “I told them you’re in diplomatic meetings, and you’re working hard to gain the amulet.”

  “Oh,” I said, sitting back. It was better than him telling them I was dead… Or telling the truth. Shame warmed my cheeks at the memory of what I’d done for this steak. But also, there was excitement with it, a flutter of heat in my thighs at the thought of Sir Kenosi’s strong, perfect body kneeling over mine, sliding that big, beautiful, black cock into me.

  “So, when do I get to go back to them?” I asked, moving a slice of sweet potato across my plate. “I’ve done everything you asked. Speaking of, I’m still waiting for that amulet, too.”

  Sir Kenosi chuckled. “After watching you eat, I was beginning to question whether you were a princess after all,” he said. “But with demands like that, my faith is restored.”

  “Your nation welcomed us and told us they would meet with us on the Amulet Tour,” I said, my gaze steady on his. “You knew what we were here for, and you said you’d give it to me. I’m not making demands. I’m asking for what was promised.”

  “Then show me how much you want me,” he said. “Show me you want me as much as you want that steak.”

  “Fine,” I said. “If it will get me back to the others, I’ll suck your dick until it turns blue.”

  I pushed back from the table and went to Sir Kenosi. He pushed his chair back, too, an amused expression on his face as he slouched down in his seat. For some reason, a picture of my first encounter with Lord Balam swam into my mind. If that whore could suck off Father’s diplomats like that, I could give just as good a performance.

  I slid my hand behind my neck, drawing my hair over one shoulder, and gave Sir Kenosi my most alluring smile. Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees in front of him. He sat holding his wine glass, swiping his tongue inside his cheek to clear his mouth of the food we’d been eating.

  “Go on,” he said. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  “Patience, Sir,” I murmured, peering up at him from under my lashes. I slid my hands up his thighs, pleased to see a slight swell beginning to grow in his pants. Maybe I had started to want him, but he clearly wanted me just as much.

  I drew down his zipper, rising on my knees to reach his lap. I nuzzled along his hardening length, kissing him through his pants. He sipped his wine and sat back, watching me reach into his pants and draw out his long, beautiful cock. I dipped my head, letting my lips play along its incredible length. His cock throbbed, and my own body responded, my clit pulsing with pleasure. I inhaled his scent, masculine and slightly spicy, and my heart picked up speed.

  Opening my lips, I gently tugged the skin at the head of his cock, flicking out my tongue to taste him. My own juices had dried on him, and the taste of him mixed with the taste of me made my head swim with desire. I sank my mouth onto his cock, moaning in pleasure as my tongue slid over his shaft. My saliva wet him, and he sucked in a slow breath.

  “Yeah, Princess,” he said. “Suck me like the royal whore.”

  Instead of bristling, I found my knees weakening and my thighs slickening with arousal. I drew back up, circling the head of his cock with my tongue. A drop of saltiness spread over my tongue, and I had to suppress another moan. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, sinking my mouth onto it onto it until it hit the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex, tears springing into my eyes. Saliva trickled over my hand, and I slurped to suck it back in, but my mouth was watering from the taste of his cum. Wetness dripped down my thighs under my dress, and I slid my free hand down my body, cupping my mound and rocking against the exquisite pressure.

  Kenosi’s fingers tightened on his wine glass, and he gave a low moan, dropping his head back. His cock throbbed inside my mouth, wetting the back of my throat this time. I fisted my hand in the fabric of my dress, drawing it up further, sinking my hand underneath the hem and between my thighs. Pleasure rolled through me as I clutched Kenosi’s rigid cock, thrusting it into my mouth again and again.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  Sir Kenosi’s words rumbled through my haze of lust, and I lifted my eyes to his, helplessness trembling through my body as my fingers dipped into my wet slit. I nodded, not releasing his cock from my lips.

  Sir Kenosi grabbed my upper arms and hauled me to my feet, spinning me around and bending me over the table. A wine glass toppled, and my chest slammed onto a plate. I cried out in surprise as he grabbed my skirt and gave a tremendous yank, the fabric ripping to shreds as he tossed it aside. He dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my sex open and driving his long tongue deep into me. I gasped in pleasure, my hands curling around the edges of the table as his rough, wet tongue filled my pussy, sliding deeper with each pass.

  “I want you,” I said, my cheek pressed to the smooth Kenosi stood and pinned me. “Fine, you win. I want you, Sir. Now fuck me.”

  “I give the orders,” Sir Kenosi said, standing and gripping my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising force. “Now spread ‘em for me.”

  I opened my legs, planting
my feet wide. Kenosi grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me, so my chest was flat on the table. He brought my hands around my back and placed them on my round ass. “Open for me.”

  My cheek pressed into the smooth surface of the table, the heat burning in my face cooled by a pool of Chardonnay, but I obeyed his command, spreading myself open for him. I’d never been so exposed, but when I started to rise, Sir Kenosi pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, holding me down, smearing me in the potatoes on my plate. He dropped his pants, positioning his cock along my open crack. “How much do you want this inside you, Princess? As much as you wanted that steak inside you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said.

  “Good girl,” he said, sliding the head of his cock slowly back, pressing the rigid head against my knotted entrance. I gasped, my back arching as wetness filled my pussy.

  “Now spread that tight little pussy open just as wide, and I’ll fuck you so hard your friends ask why you’re walking funny. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathed, sliding my hands down my slick folds. I opened my pussy lips, and a drop of my juices escaped and trickled down my thigh.

  “Wider,” Sir Kenosi commanded. “I want to see those pink pussy lips stretched around my big black cock.”

  When I pulled myself open further, Kenosi gave a low growl and pressed the head of his hot cock against my entrance. The pleasure was dizzying, and a wordless cry escaped my lips. My back arched, but he flattened his palm against me, pinning me down again. He held his cock to my opening, slicking it through my juices until I was nearly whimpering with frustration. Then he held himself tight to me and began to press harder, sinking his smooth shaft into me with excruciating slowness.

  I released my hold on the edges of the table, pressing my palms flat on the cool surface. I was about to ignite into flame. My hands opened and closed into fists, needing something to hold, but Kenosi kept me face down on the table until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

  “Now you can beg,” Sir Kenosi said.

  “Yes, sir,” I managed. “I want you. Fuck me.”

  He chuckled, his voice low in his throat. “Where are your manners, Princess?”

  I squeezed my eyes closed, trying not to scream with the frustration building inside me. “Please,” I whispered.

  “Please…?”

  “Please, Sir. Please fuck me. I need you.”

  Relief and pleasure coiled through me as he drove into me so deeply I gasped and arched up, a mixture of pleasure and pain rippling through my body. My chest was on a plate, and I could feel food smearing onto my skin, but Kenosi didn’t let me up. He began to move faster, positioning himself behind me so he could slam into me with each punishing thrust. His hips slapped my ass as he drove into me harder and harder, ramming me full of his cock with every pass. A wine glass tumbled over, wine spilling across the table, and another crashed to the floor as Kenosi pounded me against the table, knocking it a few inches with each thrust. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he drove my hips forward with a guttural grunt. Pain rippled through my scalp and I grabbed at his hand, but he only knotted his hand tighter. My body clenched in pain, and hot cum shot into me, spurting against my protesting walls.

  To my surprise, my own orgasm pulsed through me. His name escaped my lips, and I lay helpless on the table, my cheek stained with wine, waves of pleasure slamming through me.

  “I like it when you tighten up for me,” Sir Kenosi said, his hand loosening in my hair as he smiled down at me, a gloating expression on his smug face.

  “Can’t speak,” I muttered. “Brain dead.”

  Kenosi laughed, and for the first time, it sounded genuine and full of humor. He leaned forward and kissed my back, his full lips lingering on the skin just below the nape of my neck. A small chill of pleasure raced through me.

  He pulled away then, and a cry of protest almost escaped me. I wanted him there longer, his body against mine as it had been in the bed earlier.

  “Well done, Princess,” he said, picking up my torn skirt and handing it back. I took it, still too dazed to answer. I couldn’t form a complete thought, let alone a sentence. We stared at each other a minute, both of us breathing hard.

  “You know, maybe money isn’t everything,” Kenosi said, zipping his pants. “It doesn’t mean much when even the people who want you don’t want to be around you.”

  “I did everything you asked,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “I know,” Sir Kenosi said, turning away. “You wanted me. You even begged. But in the end, you’re going to go back to your friends. All the money in the world doesn’t mean anything if everyone leaves the moment you unlock the door.”

  “You’re right,” I said softly, my heart throbbing against my ribs at the bitterness in his tone.

  He thrust his hands into his pockets, his back still turned to me. “I shouldn’t have kept you from them,” he said. “Go. See your friends. Be with your people. That’s where a princess belongs.”

  “Really?” I asked. And even though my heart hurt for him, it was racing in my chest at the thought of escape. Freedom. My sympathy for him wasn’t going to stop me from being another person who walked out on him.

  “Go,” he said again.

  Without another word, without letting him have time to change his mind, I sprinted for the door.

  Twenty-Four

  My hands shook as I reached for the button in the elevator. What if it didn’t work? What if I was locked in—again? Despite the past hour, when July had changed my bandages and assured me that I was healing well, then let me shower and change into a pair of jeans and a tank top instead of another ridiculously revealing ensemble, I still couldn’t quite believe I was going to be able to see my friends.

  “I’m glad you’ve come around to see what a wonderful man Sir Kenosi is,” July said, shooting me a shy smile as the elevator doors slid closed.

  I grunted in response. It was kinda weird being alone with her now that she’d been up close and personal with my vagina.

  “Your friends have been staying here,” she said as the elevator stopped on the third floor. “In the servants’ quarters.”

  “Wait, what?” I asked, skidding to a stop halfway out the elevator doors. “They’re not servants. Sir Kenosi said they were in the guest quarters.”

  “Oh, no,” she said, giggling and waving a hand to dismiss the idea. “Sir Kenosi wants everyone to contribute in some way while they are here, though. It makes them feel like part of the community.”

  I didn’t see how putting guests to work would make them feel anything but resentful, but then, we weren’t in the Ocelot Kingdom. Customs were different here. I tried not to think about what Camila had thought of that. Instead, I hurried down the hallway calling my sister’s name. The servants’ quarters looked kind of like a nice hotel, with doors opening off a hallway with wall sconces and plush carpeting.

  A door burst open, and Lord Balam swept me into his arms, crushing me to his chest so hard I couldn’t breathe. “What the fuck, Itzel?”

  “You’re telling me,” I managed from inside his vicelike grip. “Where’s Camila?”

  “She’s fine,” Lord Balam said. “A royal pain in the ass, like usual, but fine.”

  Relief flooded through me, and I relaxed into Balam’s arms. To my horror, tears suddenly sprang into my eyes. “Thank all the gods,” I said, my voice muffled against his shirt.

  “I’m sure Her Highness will be royally pissed if we don’t go see her right away,” he said. “I just had to see you for a second first. How are you?” He held me at arm’s length, surveying my face.

  I swallowed back my tears and gave a small laugh. “I’m fine,” I said. “More than fine. I’m great. I just want to make sure she’s okay. I have to see it with my own eyes.”

  Lord Balam studied me a moment longer, long enough to make me squirm. I didn’t know what he’d seen in his oracle, but he obviously knew something had happened to me. “Okay,
” he said at last. He pulled me in and planted a firm kiss on my mouth.

  When he released me, I followed him down the hall to another room, where he knocked on the door. I started to tell him that she was my sister, and I didn’t have to knock, but then I stopped myself. So much had happened so fast that I’d forgotten our argument in my urgency to see her. Before I’d been separated from the group, Camila had been so angry at me that she’d tried to leave me in Florida with Lord Balam. We’d gone after her, but she’d been in ocelot form for the entire trip here. Almost as soon as we arrived, I’d been taken from them. I had no idea if she was still mad at me.

  The door opened, and Gabor stood in the entrance. His eyes widened when he saw me, and for a second, everything that had passed between us seemed to sit in the beat of silence. “Princess Itzel,” he said, giving a slight bow. “Come in. Her Grace will be pleased that you have returned.”

  “It’s Itzel?” Camila’s voice floated from behind Gabor. I glanced from him to the room, then back to the guard. When our eyes met, I was sure there was some hint of guilt.

  “They gave us one room,” he said quickly. “We slept in shifts. I wasn’t… The princess was guarded at all times. Her reputation was never in question.”

  I’d never seen Camila’s stone-faced guard so flustered, and it made me realize with sadness that he probably wanted her in a way that would put her reputation at risk. No one would know. We were an ocean away from home. It was the perfect time for her to experience what she wanted before becoming queen. That was probably another purpose for the Amulet Tour, I realized. Or at least something that heirs took advantage of. The amulets were all about mating, after all.

  I swallowed hard, picturing them having moments similar to the ones I’d had with Sir Kenosi. Even if Gabor had done those things with my sister, I couldn’t blame him. He had needs, too. I’d teased him mercilessly in Florida, hooking up with Lord Balam while he could certainly hear us. Of course he would want to be with a woman, and it wasn’t like I’d been around to do it, even if he had wanted me.