The Last Princess (5 page)

"It's fine," he said, his voice coming out more like
a sigh.

He ate his food in silence, and she drifted off to sleep in the
bed, feeling safe with Caleb near. When she awoke, the sky beyond the parted
curtains was black, not even the ever-glowing light of the distant city to
morph the color to grey.

Caleb sat in a chair, leaning over his legs. "What's
wrong with you?" she asked.

He got up and joined her on the bed, sitting on the edge.
"You don't have to do this you know.  You have nothing to prove."  He
rested a hand on her thigh. "Delia, you could get hurt, or worse.  This
isn't a game."

"Do I look like I'm playing a game, Caleb?  I'm quite committed
to following through with our plan—"

"
Your
plan.  None of this was my idea.  The longer
I'm with you, the more I think it's a very bad idea." 

She couldn't turn back now.  She'd come this far.  If Delia
ran, they'd never stop following her.  Even more so, it would mean giving up
when she promised to see this through to the end.  The way princesses were
treated had to change.  They were living in the Dark Ages.

The light from the moon filtered into the darkened room.  It
carried strength and power and brought her sexual needs to the surface.  Caleb
was so close, his shoulders broad, his lips full. Did he feel the same raw
energy coursing through his veins?

"I'm not quitting," she whispered, watching his
lips, unable to look away.

"Changing your mind doesn’t mean you're quitting.  You
don't have to continue this crusade.  Princess, you can find your own peace,
your own happiness…like your sisters."

She shook her head slowly, still transfixed on the strong line
of his jaw, the waves in his hair, and the glow of his green eyes. "Don't
call me princess.  I'm just me.  Just Delia."

"Okay,
Delia."
He tucked her sleep-tousled
hair behind her ear. "Would you take a chance on me or am I only dreaming
to think I could have a mate as beautiful and intelligent as you?"

Was he actually saying what she thought he was?  No, he
couldn't want her. It was the moon—it was always the moon or her blood.  "I'm
no good for you, Caleb."  After tomorrow she may not even be alive to
stand by his side. She couldn't offer a commitment now even if she wanted to.

"Why?  Is it because I'm a fox?  I'm still a man."

The determination in his voice, the depth of his gaze, and the
sensual energy in the room all tilted her world off axis. She couldn’t speak,
only shook her head.  He may be a fox shifter, but she really didn’t give a
shit.  Caleb was sweet, sexy, caring, and a man she could see herself spending
a lifetime with.  But a happily ever after wasn't in the stars for Delia, and
she still had so much to do.  She had to complete her mission or she'd forever
regret it.

"I've always wondered what it would feel like to kiss one
of the princesses."  He chuckled to himself. "But I guess every
prepubescent shifter has had the same thought at some point…"

She shouldn't encourage him, but her body demanded to learn
the texture of his lips and feel of his lean muscles.  She was a puppet—the
moon and her heart's desire pulling the strings. Delia silenced his ramblings
with the kiss he sought.  She leaned against him, pressing her mouth softly to
his.  His breath was hot, his lips firm, yet soft. The simple contact started a
chain reaction.  Her blood heated, her pussy pulsed, and her fangs pricked at
her gumline.

He spoke against her lips. "It's better than I
imagined."  But he took more, tasting her, exploring her mouth with his
tongue.  The weight of his body shifted towards her, forcing her to lower to
the mattress.  Her stomach fluttered, so needy. Just a little more…

Delia savored his taste, his warmth, the physical and
emotional bond they created. She tugged at his T-shirt, wanting to feel his
flesh against hers.  He assisted her, tossing the material away with disregard.
Caleb's body was lithe, all hard and lean muscled. She wanted to bite, to take,
to fuck.  Her desires were commandeering her logical thoughts, making her
forget she was an inexperienced virgin with no plans of mating.

She smoothed her hands over his shoulders as he braced himself
over her body with his arms. "I've never been bitten," she said.  It
sounded better than being unskilled in the bedroom.  She was the eldest sister
and the last to know a man's body intimately. It was embarrassing.

"Would you like me to bite you?"  He smirked, those
green eyes cutting through the darkness with a supernatural glow. If she was
going to throw caution to the wind tomorrow, maybe she should experience
everything she could tonight.  She'd always wondered what a mating bite would
feel like—pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. Ever since she saw Caleb's
bone-white fangs the night before, she hadn't stopped thinking of being
bitten. 

She lifted his lip with the pad of her thumb.  Once again they
were fully extended—ready from arousal, just as the hard cock pressed against
her stomach signaled.  She admired his feral canines, debating if this was the
best idea.  When he ground that steely erection against her throbbing clit, she
dropped her head back and exposed her throat.

He sniffed her hairline and licked her pulse point.  She was
coiled so tight, she didn't know how much more stimulation she could handle
without losing her human skin. Delia would have to run for an hour straight in
wolf form to spend even a fraction of her wanton desire.

Chapter
Five

If it was possible for sex to have a smell, it was lingering
around them like a living force. The combination of his budding feelings for
Delia, her royal blood, and the potency of the moon pushed him over the edge.
Caleb admired the smooth plane of her neck.  It was utterly tempting.  He could
scent the sweetness of her blood only a bite away.  She'd given him the go
ahead to mark her, to make her his.  Did she not realize the significance of
the act?  Once he tasted her, branded her, they'd be forever linked.  She
seemed to be acting in the heat of the moment, not thinking logically.

All he had to do was sink his aching incisors into her neck. 
But he couldn't do it.  He was too much a gentleman, or maybe he was a fool. 
Either way, he wouldn't take this gift unless she was making an informed
decision regarding the rest of her life. But he would have her body.

Caleb prided himself on his willpower as he rose above her,
putting distance between her vein and his deadly teeth. "I'm taking your
shirt off," he said before undressing her.  "And your pants." 
The leather was tight against her skin and difficult to tug off. He felt like a
complete amateur, giving her a play by play rather than taking, and unable to
get her clothes off as swiftly as he'd hoped. Why was she even giving a beta
the time of day?  She must be used to the best, men like the guards the hotel
owner spoke of—fearless, huge, above average in intelligence and strength. What
was he?  A lowly fox shifter who could use a computer?

"What are you going to do with me now, fox?"

He hadn't realized he was straddling her body, staring
blankly, and not moving. "I'm going to get your bra off.  At least I hope
I can.  It looks even more difficult than the pants."  So much for the
romance.  He was failing epically in that department. 

Caleb managed to unfasten the clasp after several failed
attempts.  Her breasts were indescribable—full, soft, and finely shaped.  The
nipples were a soft rosy color, beaded and tempting. He leaned over her prone
body and tentatively lapped at the tight bud.  She closed her eyes and groaned
as if he'd hurt her.

"Sorry.  I should have mentioned I was about to do
that."

"No.  Just do it.  I won't stop you."

That was his invitation.  But Caleb had never been invited to
such a party.  He hadn't even so much as kissed a woman.  They all wanted
alphas or had their curiosity piqued by human males. His race was the bottom of
the barrel, and he'd always been quiet and shy regardless.  Now he had the
ultimate prize—a princess. She wanted him, demanded he act, so who was he to
deny royalty?  But he didn't want to fail or be humiliated due to his
inexperience.

He decided to return to those fleshy mounds begging for his
attention.  He covered her areola with his mouth and then sucked in the nipple
in a slow, deep pull.  With his free hand he squeezed her breast, forcing more
into his mouth.  The more he took the hungrier he became.  And as his hunger
increased, his insecurities began to diminish. "You're perfect,
princess."

"I’m not a princess tonight, Caleb.  It's just you and
me, and this one night."  She sounded so entranced, so final.  There was a
macabre romanticism surrounding her words.

He slid his hand down her flat stomach to the thatch of curls
hidden in her panties.  Those needed to go.  She helped him by lifting her hips
when he tugged at the silk undergarment. Once fully naked she was stunning, a
body made to be appreciated. As much as he'd love to worship her body, study
every muscle and curve, it was her eyes that held him captive.  She had been
watching him undress her, watching him study her nudity. "Should I
stop?" he asked. Her eyes were so dominant on her face, like green
gemstones sparkling in the moonlight.

She shook her head. "I trust you, Caleb."  Then she
bent up one knee, making the perfect cradle for him to lower his frame into. 
When he started to position himself, she stopped him with a palm to the chest.
"Lose the pants."

****

Delia may have never known a man intimately, but there was no
way Caleb had been with a woman, either.  He fumbled and struggled, stopped and
started. Everything about him from his looks to his actions only further
endeared him to her.  If she were to offer her maidenhead to a male of her
choosing, she'd choose his kind, a loving fox shifter.

  Her nether lips were moist, nearly dripping. She wanted to
feel a man breaking her walls down and filling her to the brink.  Not with any
man, but with Caleb.  There were so many years of pent up desires locked up
inside her.  All those full moons when she'd sheltered herself away from the
world.

 Caleb kicked off his jeans.  He looked edible in just his
black boxer briefs.  His body was killer and she yearned to sink her teeth into
him.  He still hadn't bitten her.  She wondered if he second guessed the choice
to bond himself forever with a princess and all her baggage.  He probably
wanted a normal girl, maybe a fox shifter like him.

"You're too slow, Caleb. Get on with it," she
insisted, pulling him to her mouth. Rivulets of moisture seeped down to her
ass.  She was so primed and ready to be fucked that her whole body quivered.

"Remember what you said?  You're not a princess now,
Delia.  It's just me and you, so no demanding."  He kissed her lips,
silencing her retort. Every time they kissed, it was more than just a joining
of their bodies, it was an emotional bonding.  They were part of each other,
exploring tenderly and patiently. She suspected Caleb had more patience than
her tonight because all she could think about was moving to the next step. 

"Please?"  She let her fangs graze his neck, and he
shuddered.

"I didn't say you had to beg."  He smiled at her
through the darkness. Despite the heat of the moment, he was still able to play
with her.  She knew at that moment that she'd miss him if she walked out of his
life. He was the type of male who'd stay by her side through thick and thin,
sickness and health.  The stability he offered was so tempting when she lacked
even a permanent address.

Caleb shimmied out of his boxers, and she instantly felt the
hard flesh of his cock slap her leg. He was more than ready to take her, and her
body was ripe.  This was it, the moment she'd held off for all her adult life
out of protest. She reached down to feel him for herself, not knowing what to
expect. 

"Oh gods, Delia.  You'll make me come before we
start."  Caleb's weight was over her now, his heartbeat deafening, and his
breathing ragged. He grabbed his cock and positioned himself, only to realize
her panties were still on.  In a flash, he tore them from her body, burning a
streak across her hip.  The smooth head of his cock pressed against her cunt,
seeking entrance. "Tell me if I hurt you," he mumbled.  Despite his
feral lust, she knew he'd stop if she asked him to.  Other shifters wouldn't be
able to, or care to if they could. She had no plans in stopping Caleb.

He was well endowed, stretching her with just the head inside
her walls. Another slow inch later, he paused. "You're untouched," he
said, disbelief ringing in his voice.  His shock stung a bit.  Did he think she
was a whore, fucking different men each month when her hormones blew off the
charts? 

"You'll be my first, Caleb, so fuck me good."  She
arched up with her hips to capture another inch of his thick cock.  He groaned
and closed his eyes as if desperate to keep some semblance of control.

"No pressure on me, right?"  He secured her hip and
thrust deep—a smooth, measured movement with her comfort in mind. The moment
her royal maidenhead was punctured, she gasped.  It wasn't painful, but more a
realization that there was no going back. She'd done it, and felt an instant bond
with her lover. "You're tight, Delia. So fucking tight…"  He was
losing it, and she was glad.  Caleb needed to let loose, allow his beast out to
play once in a while.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, needing to be as
close as possible, to feel every inch of her flesh covered by his. With her
heels, she prodded his tight ass, ensuring he didn't hold back. "Caleb,
take me proper."

He began to thrust, slowly at first, creating a delicious
rhythm.  It only ignited her needs rather than soothe them.  "I want to
mark you, Delia.  Make you mine."