King of Spades (20 page)

At first it had been hard getting used to her sister being so submissive around Jarronn. But after awhile, Alexi had realized that Alice and Jarronn’s relationship was truly on equal footing and that both enjoyed their roles. Alice held power over his pleasure and making him happy, which perhaps made her in some ways more powerful than her husband.

What Alexi was most pleased about, was that her twin finally was completely comfortable in her own skin. Thanks to Jarronn, Alice now loved herself for who she was.

Alexi smiled. It was wonderful to see her sister so happy.

The one thing Alexi
really
hadn’t been thrilled about was when she had learned about the mind-bond thing where Alice had been fucked by all four brothers at once. Knowing that Darronn had participated had really bothered Alexi at first. But once she understood the reason behind it, and that the mind-bond had saved Alice’s life, Alexi was able to let it go. It was a one time deal, and it had happened before she ever met Darronn, so she could live with that.

Alexi heard a light knock on the door, and her heart began to pound. It was time.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled.

Bring it on.

With a large gathering of villagers and weretigers and weretigresses, Darronn paced the meadow where he had first captured his future queen. If Alexi’s carriage did not arrive soon, he would surely wear a trench through the grass.

Much effort and planning had gone into the day. Darronn had scouts mounted far and wide to detect Mikaela and her
bakir
should they attempt to invade his realm. His legion of warriors were ever at the ready.

A crisp spring morning breeze invigorated him while thoughts of his woman caused his cock to stir beneath his leather breeches. Smells of sun-warmed grass mingled with the perfume of starflowers and pine. Laughter and conversation filled the air along with feelings of promise, of renewal, and hope.

Although Alexi had once said she never intended to have children. Darronn wanted children of his own with his bride, but he would not force her. He would be happy to have her as his queen forever more.

His gaze rested on the beautiful Queen of Hearts, who appeared quite anxious without her cubs at her side. She had been reluctant to leave them with the nanny and far from her sight, but Jarronn had reminded her that a binding ceremony was no place for children, and Alice had quickly agreed.

The binding ceremony.
Keeping with his promise to remain truthful, Darronn had explained the traditional ceremony to Alexi even though he had known she would not approve. She had reacted as he thought she would, her aqua eyes blazing fury and threatening to unman him if he dared such a thing. He had quickly reassured her that he had no desire to share his future queen in any way, including baring her flesh or fucking her before a crowd.

Today he would break with tradition, and damn the consequences.

The clatter of hooves and carriage met Darronn’s sensitive hearing, and he cut his gaze in the direction of the noise. For an eternity he waited, then the gilded carriage came into view, drawn by three golden
jul
steeds. Voices lowered until a hush covered the land, broken only by the sound of the approaching carriage bearing his mate within. Finally it came to an abrupt stop behind the seated crowd.

Darronn’s heart near thumped through his chest while he waited. Ty approached the carriage and opened the door, and Darronn almost smiled at the thought of his brother taking care to guard his bollocks as he assisted the future Queen of Spades.

But as the door opened and Alexi emerged from the carriage, the crowd gasped in unison and Darronn’s heart ceased to beat. She was more than breathtaking in the golden adornments. Ty helped her step from the carriage then escorted her to the black velvet carpeting that stretched from the coach to Darronn’s feet. Ty bowed and moved away.

Black diamonds glittered and flashed as Alexi walked toward Darronn. Her smile was radiant and confident, her chin held high. Her nipples peaked under the thin gold material and in the sunshine he swore he saw them through the fabric. Waiting for his touch, for his mouth. The lower portion of her clothing barely covered her mons, and dear skies above, she was wearing the black stockings on her legs that nearly drove him mad with desire when he first saw her.

Now he was near to spilling his seed in his breeches, crowd or no.

When Alexi reached him he took both her hands in his and smiled at his mate.

And then he lowered himself to one knee, worshiping his future queen.

Murmurs rolled through the crowd and Alexi’s eyes widened with obvious surprise.

“My love,” Darronn said, his voice carrying across the meadow. Every other voice went still. “I will love and cherish you all my days upon this world. Will you take me as your mate, your king, and your equal?”

Alexi’s gaze filled with wonder as she looked down at him and smiled. In the very next moment she knelt with him and the crowd gave a collective sigh. Darronn’s heart swelled as his woman chose to join him, to show their unity as king and queen.

“Darronn,” Alexi said, her voice clear as she spoke, “I love you more each and every day. I will take you as my mate, my king, my equal…and as the father of our future children.”

Alexi’s declaration in front of his family and his subjects almost shocked him speechless. She had agreed to all that he asked of her—and to bear his children.

Darronn ignored the buzz from the crowd as he held his hand out, hopeful that Alexi would choose to accept what he offered. “My gift to you. Not a sign of ownership, but a symbol of my love.”

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she ran her fingertip over the white diamond collar that had spades along it made with black diamonds. “It is beautiful, Darronn. I accept your gift.”

Relief and joy filled his heart and soul. Carefully he fastened the collar around her elegant neck. It glittered in the morning sunlight, almost as brilliant as Alexi’s smile.

Gripping her shoulders tight, Darronn lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, tenderly. He slipped his tongue between her lips, and she took him, drawing him deeper and deeper.

Darronn slid one hand into her silken auburn hair, cupping the back of her head while his other hand moved to her ass and he pressed her closer, tighter, ensuring she would feel his erection against her belly. He clenched his hand in the soft golden material of her skirt, drawing it up above her buttocks when he heard the sound of voices.

Damnation.
For that beautiful moment he had forgotten they were not alone.

With a groan he pulled away from her, but for a long moment could only gaze at her. “I love you, firecat.”

The look on Darronn’s handsome, scarred face made Alexi feel like a teenager with a crush on a rock star. Loopy and silly and infatuated and in love. And in lust, definitively major lust.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, bringing her fingers to the collar at her throat and gently stroking it. “Now.”

That feral gleam returned to his eyes as he helped her stand. In the next moment Alexi shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist with one arm, flung her over his shoulder, and headed down the black velvet carpeting.

Laughter and applause followed them and Alexi grinned. Darronn was asserting his dominance over her sexually, and she loved it. Blood rushed to her head as he strode toward the gilded enclosed carriage, but she had her wits about her enough to realize there was a massive orgy going on behind them. Darronn had explained to her how the weretiger ceremony usually worked, and it always ended in a bout of free love, not unlike San Francisco in the 60’s.

She did see Jarronn carrying Alice off into the woods. From what Alice told Alexi, once all that bonding stuff was over, the High King wasn’t about to share his Queen in any fashion.

When they reached the carriage, Darronn settled her inside on the plush black velvet seat that was wide enough to be a twin bed. He climbed in after her and shut the door. Morning light poured in through the sunroof and Alexi could clearly see the love and lust in her new husband’s eyes.

The carriage started moving and the small bouncing motions caused jolts to shoot through her pussy. Damn but she was hot for Darronn.

“You have made me a king among men this day,” he murmured as he knelt before her and gently pushed her so that she reclined against the black velvet cushions.

“What do you intend to do to your queen?” Alexi shifted so that her tiny gold skirt slid up a bit, almost showing her mound.

“Reward her.” Darronn purred as he grasped her knees and moved between her thighs. Her skirt hiked up to her hips and her pussy was totally exposed to his gaze. His purr turned into an untamed growl as he moved his face to her mound and sniffed, scenting her.

The mere action made Alexi’s clit twitch and she raised her hips. “Lick my pussy.
Now
.”

“Such impudence.” He slid his fingers along the outside of her stocking-clad thighs, to the flesh above. His hands pushed her skirt all the way to her waist, the spade tattoo at his wrist dark against her pale skin. “Perhaps it is punishment you require…or desire,” he murmured.

The sensual assurance in his voice set her on fire. “Well you certainly can’t tie me up in here.”

“My little wench must learn to curb her tongue.” Darronn caught both her wrists and raised them over her head.

She glanced at the carriage’s ceiling and saw a loop positioned above her, yet a little back.
Spoke too soon.
A thrill shot through her belly straight to her pussy.

His movements were quick and sure as he produced a leather strap from thin air, magically fastened her wrists together with her bracelets, and tied her to the loop above.

How did he
do
that—tie her up so fast she barely had time to catch her breath?

“Arch your back, wench,” he ordered, his eyes focused on her breasts.

Alexi’s nipples grew even harder beneath his gaze as she pulled against her bonds. “Make me.”

Darronn growled and placed his hand to the black diamond pin. It slipped off, releasing its hold on the material, which fell away from her breasts.

It felt wonderfully wanton to have her pussy and breasts bared to his gaze while she was bound. And wearing the diamond collar made her even more excited.

He lowered his head and his warm breath brushed her nipples. Instinctively she arched toward his mouth and too late realized she had done exactly as he’d commanded her too.

Triumph flashed in his eyes.

“Suck my nipples,” she demanded, arching toward him even more.

Ignoring her, he nuzzled first one, and then the other. “How must you ask, wench?”

Darronn was going to drive her out of her mind if she didn’t give in—not to mention she really got off when he mastered her sexually. “Please suck my nipples, my King,” she said, trying to keep her tone as contrite as possible.

“Mayhap.” He trailed his lips along the flesh between her breasts and her belly, down to her navel where he flicked his tongue over her tiger charm.

Alexi couldn’t help the moan that escaped at his sensual torture. She pulled against her bonds and widened her thighs. “I need you, Master.”

A rumbling purr rose up within him and he rewarded her by moving his mouth to one of her nipples. She thrashed against her bonds as he licked and sucked it, and cried out at the sheer pleasure when he treated her other nipple with the same regard.

When he abandoned her breasts and moved lower, she almost sobbed with her need to come. “Please lick my clit, Master.”

“Only if you promise you will not climax without my permission.” He laved the inside of her thigh with his rough tongue. “Do you understand, wench?”

She raised her hips up, offering herself to him. “Yes, my King.”

Darronn slid his hands beneath her ass and began licking and sucking at her clit and her folds. “Damn,” she muttered, “I’m so close, Darronn.” But he moved to another area, keeping her from coming and not giving her permission.

He paused and looked up at her, and her pussy grew even wetter. Was there anything sexier than seeing Darronn’s face between her thighs?

Yeah. Watching his cock slide in and out.

“May I come, Master?” she asked as he resumed driving her out of her mind.

“No,” he said, then zeroed in on her clit.

“I—I have to come, Master. Fuck me, please!”

Darronn gave one long suck of her clit and Alexi’s orgasm exploded through her. Every jolt of the carriage, every flick of Darronn’s tongue, drove her climax on and on until she was sure it was possible to die from an orgasm overdose.

When he finally let up, Darronn stood and released her bonds, yet kept her wrists fastened at her bracelets. “You have earned a punishment, wench,” he said.

Alexi was still trembling from aftershocks and couldn’t speak as he turned her around so that her back was to him and she was kneeling on the wide seat. In a few quick movements, he had her bound to a different loop, this one in front of her. Darronn forced her to stretch forward, not allowing her to move her knees. As her weight pulled against her bonds, the fringe along her blouse dangled against her sensitive nipples, turning her on even more.

Behind her Darronn pushed her skirt back up over her hips, exposing her ass. “Do you understand your punishment?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” Alexi said, hoping he used that black strap of his to swat her. “For coming when I’m not supposed to.”

She heard the sound of cloth being undone then the tip of his erection was suddenly at the entrance to her core. In the next moment she felt the flat of his hand and heard the slap of his palm against her flesh as he smacked her ass while at the same time he drove his cock into her pussy.

Alexi screamed with the incredible pleasure that flooded through her. Outside the carriage the whinny of one of the
jul
mingled with the clip clop of hooves and carriage wheels rumbling over the road.

With every thrust of Darronn’s cock, and every swat of his hand, and every jolt of the carriage, Alexi flew higher and higher. “Yeah. Fuck me, your Highness,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”