Hell, five heirs.
For the first time ever in my life, I saw the future. I saw what I wanted and I was focused on that and nothing else. No more frivolities. Nothing else mattered but getting her, and making her see that I was serious.
I stepped into the ballroom, my eyes scanning the room.
I didn’t see any of my friends, nor did I see either of Imogen’s sisters, or the Princess Adele I’d met earlier — all strangely absent from their own suitor’s ball.
Interesting.
I frowned and quickly whirled, detouring from the ballroom.
Fuck this. I wasn’t going to slink around and find my friends and debate this. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted her.
Again.
Right now.
All due respect to King Lucian, but his guards needed a refresher course. Granted, getting into the ball had involved heavy security, but once in, roaming the castle was fairly easy.
I dodged a few patrols as I made my way through the castle towards the residence quarters. My mind was focused, my heart pounding, and my cock throbbing hard.
I had to have more of her.
I opened doors left and right, getting angrier and more frustrated before I finally zeroed in on one big wooden door at the end of a lavish hallway, up a small flight of stone steps. There was a small green bow taped to the door knob, and I grinned.
That had to be hers, and I doubted she was expecting me, but there was no turning back. Like I said, she’d been mine the second I saw her. This was me just collecting on that.
I didn’t bother knocking, I just opened the door and stepped inside. She shrieked, whirling and gasping as she clutched her hands by her throat.
“Magnus,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “What— what are you doing here?” She gasped, backing away from me as I stormed into the room and shut the door behind me.
“You know what I’m doing here,” I said softly. “And I know what you’re thinking. I know you think everything I said was bullshit, or some sort of line.”
I shook my head, striding towards her quickly, and grabbing her up in my arms before she could react. She gasped, her hands falling against my chest.
“I meant every word I said, Princess,” I growled. “I will make you my queen, and I’ll have you and no one else. I’ll treat you like a goddess, you’ll want for nothing, and I promise you every bit of my heart now and always.”
Her jaw dropped, her eyes melting into mine.
“Magnus—”
“And I can promise you, no man will ever touch you the way I do. No man will make you feel the way I do.” I smirked. “Chester?”
She blushed, but then moaned as I placed my hand between her legs, through her dress.
“Chester won’t ever make this little pussy tremble and drip like I will.”
She moaned, nodding her head.
“He won’t make your knees weak, or make your toes curl up. You’re mine, Princess,” I growled. “Fuck Chester, I’m stealing you away from him.”
“I think you already have,” she whispered.
I groaned, pulling her tight. “Say yes, Princess,” I growled, my fingers sliding up to tangle in her hair. I pulled back on it, making her gasp and exposing her neck. My teeth and my lips brushed against the soft skin there, making her whimper.
“Say yes. Be mine and mine only. Be my bride, and I’ll make you my queen.”
“I—”
I pulled back, looking her in the eye.
“The rest of it doesn’t matter. The past, the bullshit tabloid stories.” I shook my head. “I was just looking for you without knowing I was. And now that I’ve found you?”
I pulled her tight and kissed her fiercely — long and slow.
“Now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”
“My father though?” She shook her head.
“I’ll talk to your father.”
“This is crazy,” she breathed. “We’ve just met.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
Her eyes met mine.
Unblinking.
Fierce.
Her little tongue slipped out and wet her lips, and slowly, she shook her head.
“I can’t do that,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you I don’t feel it, because I do.”
My hands pulled her tight. “Say yes,” I groaned lowly.
She nodded. “Yes— oh!”
She gasped as I yanked her up and spun her around. I marched us towards the bed, her gasping moans like heaven in my ears. I set her down, and started to pull at the ties of her dress.
“Are you— I mean—”
“Not until I wed you,” I growled. “But there’s more I’ll do with you now.”
The dress fell to her feet, and I groaned, looking at her standing there in just her soaked little panties. Her perfect body with succulent curves in all the right places. Her smooth skin. Her pert little nipples, begging for my mouth.
I reached between her legs, moving close. My fingers hooked into the panties, sliding them down her legs and letting them drop to her feet. I knelt down and grabbed them up.