The Royal Nanny Page 15

  It was a ridiculous, unbelievable and impossible thought and conclusion to come to. Borne out of her mistaken desire for him. She would need to keep her wits about her, keep her guard up with errant thoughts like that running around in her head. If she wasn’t careful she would end up confessing all to the man and ruining everything.

  Leyah waved at Danorian when he glanced at her over his shoulder, halfway down the hall, a reassuring smile on her face. She dropped her hand almost immediately when Alastair turned his glare on her. She felt as if she’d betrayed him in some way, which—again—was ridiculous since they didn’t have a relationship. They would never have a relationship. Had she not just come to that firm conclusion hours before? Hadn’t she been resolving and declaring that internally since the very moment she’d met the man?

  “What the fuck was he doing in your room?” Alastair growled as he stepped towards her with determination.

  Leyah walked backwards, her eyes on his menacing veneer, her hands searching for something, anything that would make her feel safe from the wrath that seemed to pulsate from Alastair’s very being.

  “H-he told you. He just came to check on me. H-he’s my cousin. He knew that I would be shaken up over the events of earlier tonight and wanted to reassure me, comfort me, things of that nature,” she stammered.

  “Oh, things of that nature?” Alastair echoed in a mocking tone, his head bouncing from shoulder to shoulder as he moved his neck and head in a disbelieving manner. He pointed at her. “I want you to listen to me and listen well.”

  He grabbed her arms and pulled her flush with his hard, hot, sweaty body.

  “You are mine. Only mine. No one else’s. If you need comforting, then I will be the one to do it. If you need a shoulder to cry on, you come to me. My arms are here for you. My shoulders are yours to lay your head upon. My.” He kissed her deeply. “Body.” He kissed her again. “Is.” Another kiss. “Yours.” He lifted her up into his arms, and Leyah instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. “And your body is mine.” He growled. “All of you. And it’s time I prove it to you.”

  When Leyah opened her mouth to respond, Alastair smacked a hand down onto her generous bottom causing her to squeak in surprise.

  “No fighting me on this, Leyah. Just accept it. You belong to me.”

  She bit her lower lip, torn by the emotions colliding inside of her. On the one hand, she wanted to slap him. Assert herself at his cocky and possessive statement. Let him know that she belonged to no man, she belonged to herself only. However, there was another part of her that wanted the exact opposite. This side of her—a side she’d never really known was there until she’d met Alastair—wanted to offer herself up as a sacrifice. Bleed upon his altar. Take all he wanted to give her and so much more. This part had her nipples hardening and the folds of her sex throbbing and wet with desire for him.

  Leyah was confused. She was uncertain. Unsure. It wasn’t really something she enjoyed. And because of that, she was angry with Alastair for making her feel such a way. She needed to do something, to prove to him—and herself—that he did not have the upper hand here. He may be the Prince of Malvidence, but she was the Princess of Waldakan, even if Alastair didn’t know.

  When Alastair sat her down on the edge of her bed, Leyah pushed herself backwards away from him, until she could climb down on the other side. She crossed her arms and glared at Alastair. Her upper lip curled upwards in a snarl when Alastair merely quirked and eyebrow and his mouth twisted up into a smirk.

  “Oh, honey, are you running?” Alastair asked nonchalantly as he started to undress… right in front of her!

  Leyah lifted her chin, keeping her eyes on his face and ignoring the sight of him tugging off his shirt. Was he calling her a coward?

  “I’m not scared of you, so why would I run?” she asked him haughtily.

  Alastair laughed as he dropped his hands to his workout shorts and tugged them down, standing in front of her in only his black boxer briefs. Leyah swallowed thickly as her body betrayed her and her eyes turned traitor trailing over the planes of his tanned flesh. She took in the toned, bulky frame of the man in front of her. He obviously spent time in the gym when he was not sitting behind his desk, doing whatever it was he did for the king.

  Leyah’s mouth watered as her gaze dropped to the vee at his waist. She’d always heard the younger women—and even some of the older ones—talking about the sexy vee that sculpted a muscled man’s torso. As if it were an arrow directing interested parties to the stalk of flesh that would provide them pleasure and enjoyment. Leyah dragged her eyes away from Alastair’s… substantial bulge and narrowed in on the tattoo on his shoulder. It looked a bit as if he had a lion on the rounded, muscled flesh, and she felt her heart stutter at the idea that he might have one of her favorite animals tattooed on his skin.

  Giving herself a mental shake, she returned her focus back to his face, only to find him smiling at her, amusement shining in his eyes.

  “Like what you see?” he asked her, as he put his hands on his hips, obviously flexing to make his muscles bigger… wait, he wasn’t flexing at all. He was just that… cut.

  Not wanting to let Alastair know how affected she’d been by the sight of his naked torso, Leyah snorted and shrugged.

  “I’ve seen better,” she lied.

  Alastair tossed back his head and laughed.

  “Liar,” he said.

  She glared at him. “How would you know?” she retorted. “I could have seen hundreds of naked men’s bodies. All of them better than what you have.”

  Alastair snorted. “Yeah, on book covers and in movies and television. They don’t count. My body,” he gestured with a hand. “is the only real male body you’ve seen. Especially the only one which has made you have such a reaction to it.”

  Leyah crossed her arms. “Wanna bet?”

  Alastair narrowed his eyes at her and growled. “What man had the audacity to show his naked body to my woman?”

  Leyah’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “Oh no. No, no, no. I know what you said and what you think, but I am not your woman.” She lifted her chin again. “I am my own woman. I belong to me and no one else.”

  Alastair began to stalk her around the bed. “That’s what you think,” he taunted.

  Noticing that he was headed in her direction, Leyah scrambled onto the mattress to get onto the other side of the bed. She let out a yelp when Alastair’s hand gripped her ankle and yanked her down to the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth to scream but the sound froze and morphed into a gasp of pleasure as heat covered her big toe. She looked down and noticed Alastair staring up at her. He winked before he continued his oral assault on her feet. Licking, kissing, and sucking each toe in his mouth, before moving on to the other feet and performing the same action.

  He tugged her further down the bed, his lips on her ankles, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin there. Leyah could do nothing but gasp and clench the sheets on either side of her hips. She hadn’t even known the feet could be an erogenous zone, at least not for her, but here she was a bundle of desire, nerves tingling at the tongue lashing her body was receiving. Her body a puddle of goo.

  When Alastair leaned over her, his lips on her neck, and his hands sliding up her shirt, she didn’t fight him. She wanted this. She wanted him. Gods preserve her, but she was anxious—no, desperate—to feel his hands on her breasts. His mouth on hers.

  Alastair indulged her and gave into her unspoken pleas, her gasps and groans leading the way. He placed his lips on hers, sipping from her mouth, his tongue pushing inside the heated cavern of her lips as tasted every corner. His hands gripped the hem of her shirt and he tugged it upwards, tossing it over his shoulder.

  Leyah wanted to cover her chest as Alastair knelt between her spread legs, his gaze fixed and intent on her naked breasts. But she was prevented from doing so by Alastair’s hands holding her wrists down to the mattress. She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when Alastair sh
ook his head at her.

  “You are so beautiful,” he rasped out. “Do you realize exactly how beautiful you are?” he asked her.

  Leyah shrugged her shoulders. She’d been told that she was pretty before, but how could she trust anything that her parents or her people said? Her parents were supposed to say flattering things about her. She’d shared their DNA. She was a part of them and they a part of her. Of course, they would find her pretty, and smart, and brave, and graceful.

  And for the people of Waldakan? Well, they served her. She was their leader. Most of them had watched her be born and grow up. They admired her for the position she held. They followed her. They pledged their allegiance. They no doubt complimented her, not because they truly believed it, but because they feared what would happen if they didn’t. Though neither Leyah, nor her parents, nor any of her ancestors had been dictators, using power to intimidate those who were subservient to them, the people that they led, reports, stories, and legends of other leaders who used fear, death, and laws to control their people, reached their shores and the homes of the Waldakan people all the time.

  Alastair shook his head. “You should never doubt your beauty. Never question just how… delicious you look.” He bit his lower lip and the sight of his pleasure in her form, in her, caused Leyah to shiver in anticipation. Especially when Alastair licked his lips as if he were a starving man and she were his first and possibly last full-course meal.

  When he lowered his head, his hands still holding her wrists down to the bed, and took her right breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking the hardened bud, Leyah’s back bowed and she gasped out his name. His groan vibrated through her body as he suckled at her full breast, before turning to the other and giving it the same treatment.

  Alastair released her wrists and Leyah sank her fingers in his hair, his name like a prayer on her lips. She squirmed to help him remove her bottoms and her underwear. Her eyes widened with awe when he lifted his body, pulled her lace bottoms completely from her body, then held up the damp material of her underwear to his nostrils, inhaling deeply. When he stuck out his tongue and licked at the center of the fabric, moaning, Leyah clenched the folds of her sex at the arousing sight, especially as he sucked the material into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as if he were savoring his favorite meal.

  “God, you even taste beautiful,” he groaned as he removed the underwear from his mouth and lay it reverently on her nightstand. His eyes flashed darkly with passion and Leyah shivered. “Now I want it directly from the source.”

  Leyah didn’t exactly what he meant at first, however, when Alastair pushed her legs wide, and settled down between her legs, with his face directly in front of the apex of her thighs? She knew. Her eyes widened, and she shoved at Alastair’s shoulders in an effort to get him to move away from her. While she’d heard talk about men who did such things to their women, and even women who did the same, she’d been sure it was all just conversation meant to embarrass her and shame her to the point where she wouldn’t want to have sex until she was married. For the most part, the talk had accomplished just that, however, as Alastair gripped her wrists and pinned them down on the mattress on either side of her waist, she trembled from what was about to take place. As Alastair settled himself fixedly between her legs, her thighs resting on his shoulders, Leyah wasn’t sure if she was anxious about what he was about to do, scared, or disgusted.

  When the first, long, wet, determined lick of Alastair’s tongue occurred, from the base of her vagina, up to her swollen nub of pleasure, Leyah pressed her head into the pillow below her. Ohhh, oh, oh, that was not fear or disgust, she thought to herself as she gasped out his name. Her anxiety had been replaced by pure, unadulterated lust and desire. She lowered her hands to Alastair’s shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as he stroked the length of her pussy with his tongue again.

  “Gracvor,” he cursed. “You taste so delicious. Like the finest wine, the sweetest dessert, and the freshest spring of water. L’uei ypo foyiqakic dillu. K'ant dhuqris almuphadaal fi alealamn,” Alastair groaned against the lips of her pussy.

  Leyah moaned loudly, though whether it was due to the delicious feeling of Alastair’s tongue assaulting her slit, her juices spilling forth into his mouth, or whether it was due to his words: “You have the sexiest pussy. You are now my favorite taste in the world,” she would never know. For now, she lay back, the heels of her feet digging into Alastair’s lower back, one hand in his hair, the other above her head, clutching and grasping desperately for the sheets, her pillow, the headboard. Something, anything that would give her an anchor in the storm of passion and desire that raged within her.

  Alastair sucked her clit into his mouth and Leyah’s back bowed with pleasure so much that she almost sat straight up, her hips jerking away from Alastair’s mouth. His growl of disapproval made her whimper, and she slumped back onto the mattress as he shoved her back onto the bed. His hands held her thighs, his head shaking back and forth, dragging up and down, as his tongue and lips slurped, licked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled on the lips of her center, and her nub. She was so wet, so turned on that the sheets beneath her were damp and growing wetter with her juices.

  Just when Leyah thought it couldn’t get any better, Alastair’s finger slid shallowly inside her body. Leyah tensed for a moment, having never experienced the feeling of something penetrating her there. Alastair’s gentle murmurs, words of comfort and encouragement to her, all in between licking, kissing, and sucking all over the flesh and folds of her pussy, helped to calm her down. She understood now why there were so many people who fought over this. Who argued and even killed over sex. With what Alastair was doing to her in that moment, she would murder another woman who tried to take it away from her.

  “Ssshhh, settle back, miora ruĝa, I’ve got you,” Alastair said, rubbing the bristles of his unshaved jaw against her sensitive slit.

  Leyah trembled and when she looked down into Alastair’s eyes, the darkness that met her, the desire, the need, the possession, caused her to clench her entrance around Alastair’s thick, blunt finger. Though he didn’t say it, Leyah knew he was claiming her, not just for a moment, but for the rest of her life. Even if he died first, she would still belong to him, and only him. Leyah’s eyes widened as she absorbed the realization of Alastair’s unspoken demand. His possession of her. His demand of her… submission.

  Though she knew she would regret it, Leyah sank into the soft sheets beneath her, and for now, for this moment alone, she turned over control to someone else. She gave her power over to Alastair.

  She submitted.

  And as if he recognized what she was doing, Alastair let out a growl of pride, of dominance, of possessiveness and dove back into her pussy, eating and slurping at her heat until with a shout, Leyah soared off the edge of bliss and fell right into Alastair’s arms.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A lastair stared down at a sleeping Leyah and grinned wolfishly. Pride filled him and caused his chest to swell as he reveled in the knowledge that he’d put Leyah to bed, causing her to pass out with pleasure. He knew from the way she’d reacted and the flesh blocking him from penetrating her fully with his finger, that not only was he the first person to touch Leyah so intimately, but he would bet his crown that he was the first, and only person to give her an orgasm.

  The thought caused his aching, neglected shaft to throb in his boxer briefs, pre-cum spurting out and dampening the front of the material. To know that Leyah was untouched sent an unprecedented surge of lust to cascade through his body. Alastair wondered if that was Leyah’s secret. The fact that she was virgin.

  He nodded his head. He suspected that the gorgeous brown-skinned beauty did not want him to know she was an innocent. He was almost certain of it. Most of the women he came into contact with were experienced lovers. As a matter of fact, many of them boasted of the fact that they could handle whatever it was he would dish out, as they were no strangers to sex, intimacy, and kink. But
Leyah… she wanted to hide the fact that no one had taken her virginity yet.

  Alastair lay on the bed watching Leyah as she slept. She was absolutely beautiful. While she was not classically attractive, Alastair found that he was still attracted to her. He reached out and lay his hand on the bare skin of her stomach, marveling at the contrast in their skin tones. He and his brothers spent a lot of time out in the sun getting the tans they had. Whether it was through hard labor where they were exposed to the elements, helping out the palace staff—though it was not normally done—or lounging out at the pool, or in the case of Andreas and Augustus, through their service to His Majesty’s military.

  Alastair shook his head. Even with his tanned skin, Leyah was still darker than him. It was not something that turned him off. No, on the contrary it was a turn-on. He mused over the fact that while he did not see skin color with any of his other paramours, many of them had pale peaches and cream skin tones, with light colored eyes, and either blonde or brown hair.

  There was the girl with the green hair that one time, he thought to himself with a chuckle.

  He quickly shut off his mirth when Leyah shifted on the bed next to him. Unable to help himself, Alastair lifted his hand from her stomach and reached up to caress her cheek. A feeling of warmth and gentleness flowed through him. Things he’d never experienced or felt before. What was it about this woman that affected him in such a way?

  When his mind conjured images of Leyah lying next to him in this way for years to come, his ring on her finger, Alastair knew it was time to go. He removed his hand from her face and turned to get out of the bed. He needed to go back to his own suite and get back to the task of finding out who was behind the attacks on himself and his oldest brother. And while the sound of gunfire had been explained away as fireworks, it still did not sit right with him. While he wasn’t as knowledgeable about weapons as some of his other brothers, he still knew what gunfire sounded like, and he’d heard the distinct noise of an attack taking place within the palace. Not only that, Augustus, who was the more seasoned of the two of them, who worked with guns on an almost daily basis had reacted in the same way he had.