“Please.” The one word comes from his lips, and it feels like it’s foreign to him.
I grab Tabby’s hand, thankful that I get to have a moment away from him to get myself together. But somehow I don’t think a moment is going to be long enough.
4
Roman
“Are you not a fan of roasted lamb, Your Highness?”
I turn my attention to Alena’s mother and smile politely. “The meal is delicious, thank you. Lamb is one of my favorites.”
I look down at my plate, realizing I haven’t touched any of my food. I’ve been staring at Alena since she walked into the room, and I’ve been unable to think of anything else. She removed some of the make-up on her face, and her delicate skin is so pink. She also took off those utterly ridiculous shoes and replaced them with flats.
Looking down at Alena’s plate, I realize that she hasn’t touched much of her food either.
“Is my princess not hungry?”
Her soft blue eyes meet mine, and she bites her bottom lip. The dent on the juicy flesh from her straight white teeth makes the blood in my veins heat. She’s so tiny and small that I would be heavy on top of her. I could crush her with my size. I’ll need to be gentle with her. So very gentle.
I grip the table to keep from rubbing my lengthening cock under the table. I’m a goddamn king, yet I can’t seem to control myself when I’m only feet from her. I want to slip my hand under the table and across to her. I want to push her silky legs apart and see if there is wetness waiting on me, to see if she’s affected by me at all.
“I must admit I’m nervous,” she says to the hands in her lap. She looks over at her sister and then up to me again.
Unable to take the distance anymore, I stand up and walk around to her side of the table. She stares up at me in shock as the table goes quiet.
“Join me for a walk, my princess,” I say, holding out my hand. It’s not a request, but I wait for her to comply.
She looks around the table, panicked for a moment, and her mother rises as well, as if to force her to get up. Alena takes my hand instantly but looks to her sister.
“I think it might be tradition for my sister to walk with us.” She stares hard at Tabby, who quickly stands and agrees.
“Yes, I believe that’s the custom. So you and the bride-to-be aren’t alone before your wedding night,” Tabby rushes to say.
“Vlad,” I say, and he’s at my side faster than I expected.
“I will escort Princess Tabitha from a short distance,” he agrees.
I take Alena’s hand and slip it into the crook of my arm, leading her out onto the terrace and into the gardens beyond.
“Is there somewhere private we can go?” I ask, taking long strides away from the onlookers behind us.
“There’s a small fountain beyond the line of trees,” Alena offers, and I take it. “But can you please slow down? I think my legs might be a third the size of yours.”
I pause, and she comes to a stop beside me. “I apologize, my princess. I can carry you.” I lean down to make the move, but she holds out both her palms to stop me. I hear a snort behind us and see Tabby cover her mouth. It’s then I remember we won’t be entirely alone. “Yes, forgive me. I will take smaller steps.”
I try my best to go slow, but it’s difficult. Once we reach the space beyond the trees, I look back and nod at Vlad. He pauses on the edge, and I see him lead Tabby off to the side. I take Alena over to the fountain and sit on the edge.
“Please, join me, my princess.”
The moon is out, bathing her in a soft glow. I want to run my lips across every exposed inch to see if she has the same softness everywhere. She sits down beside me, and I turn my body to face her.
“I know that this arrangement is a dated tradition. But there are some traditions I believe need to be upheld.”
“I knew this day would come. I just didn’t think it would be so soon.” She stares at her lap the whole time she speaks, so I reach out and touch her chin, making her look at me.
“There is never a time too soon for love, my princess.” I run my thumb on her bottom lip, and I have to bite back a groan. It’s softer than fine silk, and it only further ignites my desires.
But she isn’t pleased with my words and leans away from me. “Excuse me, Your Highness, but I’m not used to lines like that.”
It’s an insult and a jab at my intentions. I don’t like that she pulled away from me, and I lean forward, trying to close the distance.
“It’s not a line. I’m genuine in the way I speak to you.”
She lets out a quick breath as if she’s angry. “That much is clear with the way you say ‘my princess.’”
“You are mine,” I say, standing up and looking down at her. “And you’ll watch your tongue when you’re addressing me.”
She stands up, too, and the quiet mood has shifted to one of defiance. Her face hardly comes up to my chest, and she has to tilt her head back to look at me. But there is so much fire in her eyes now that I want her a thousand times more than I did just three seconds ago. It’s almost an impossibility, but my need is skyrocketing with her anger.
“Maybe you should rethink who you’re picking to address you, then. I’m sure there is a line of princesses who would be happy to kiss your royal ass.”
She covers her mouth with her hands as if she can’t believe she spoke to me that way. And to be honest, neither can I. I don’t remember a time when someone shot off their mouth at me, and fuck if I’m not wanting more of that sass.
I lean down so that my nose is only inches from hers. My smile turns wicked, and she takes a small step back before she hits the edge of the fountain and has no place to go.
“I think I made exactly the right choice.” Her mouth forms an angry line, and I wish I could kiss it into submission. I move my mouth to her throat, so close my breath hits the delicate skin below her ear. “One week, Alena. One week and you’ll be under me.”