The Royal Nanny Page 18

  He tugged down her bra, her breasts bouncing free. He took her left nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened dark brown nip. He wrapped his teeth around the hard tip and pulled. Leyah arched her back, grinding her sopping, underwear covered pussy against his dick. He released the nipple and turned his head to take the other into his mouth. He gave it the same treatment, before licking his way up Leyah’s neck to her ear.

  “Are you close, miora ruĝa?” he asked her in a low voice.

  “Y-yes,” she panted.

  He lowered her legs to the floor, ignoring her whimpers of protest. He spun her around until she faced the wall of the elevator. Kneeling behind her, he lifted her black skirt and pressed his face in between her spread ass cheeks as his hands held them open. The deep, musky, tantalizing scent of her arousal wafted up through his nostrils, causing his already hard cock to grow stiffer. He pressed the heel of his hand against the thick organ.

  Not yet, he told his cock internally. Sometimes his dick had a mind of its own, acting and reacting separate from his own mind.

  “Wrap your hands around the bar,” he commanded.

  Leyah lifted her hands to follow his direction without a word and Alastair lifted his hand and smacked one ass cheek then the other.

  “You say ‘Yes, Sir’ when I give you an order, understand?” he told her, his voice a deep rasp.

  Leyah trembled and nodded. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  Alastair shivered as he heard the timid submission in her voice. Swallowing, he cleared his throat. “Give me a word.”

  “A-a word… Sir?” Leyah questioned.

  Alastair groaned at Leyah’s words. She was so damn ready for him.

  “A safe word. A word that if you say it, I’ll stop whatever it is I’m doing and check in with you, see what’s wrong or if we should stop,” he told her.

  “Ummm…” Leyah hesitated before answering in an almost whisper. “Khalfani.”

  Alastair paused, wondering at the name. It sounded Waldakan, and there was a slight prickle at his subconscious, but he shoved it away. He merely nodded, though she couldn’t see him, and pressed a heated kiss against the curve of her ass.

  “Khalfani it is,” he responded, before, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his pocket knife. He slid the knife up, and pulling away Leyah’s underwear from her skin, he cut from the legs of the silk material, up to the waistband, until he could slide the damp fabric free. As he’d done the night before, he lifted the soaking underwear up to his nose and inhaled. He bunched up the ruined silk and put it into his pocket, along with the now folded pocket knife. He spread Leyah’s legs wide and turned to slide between her thighs.

  He lifted his head and placed his mouth against her weeping slit. Swallowing down her aromatic juices. He squeezed her ass firmly, periodically spanking her. Leyah gasped, yelped, groaned and pleaded with him as he set about bringing her to an orgasm. He sucked her clit into his lips, biting down on her swollen nub, humming as she lifted up onto her toes. He tsked and tugged her hips down more firmly so she was practically sitting on his face. Her labia was slippery with the proof of her arousal and Alastair relished in the knowledge that he could bring her so much pleasure.

  He ran his blunt, manicured fingernails down the flesh of Leyah’s rear and her thighs, before pushing one knee up until it rested on the handrail in the elevator. He tugged lightly at the curly hair of her mound with his teeth, grinning at her loud hiss, before he settled back in at her pussy. He slid his tongue deep in her entrance, scooping out her wetness.

  God above, she tasted delicious. She was probably the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Definitely the best tasting pussy he’d ever had. He could do this for the rest of his life and never grow tired of it. As a matter of fact,… yes. Alastair made up his mind right at that point, that Leyah would be his wife before the month was out. With that decision made, he set about his task of pleasuring her over the precipice with renewed vigor.

  “Al-las-stair,” Leyah stammered. “P-please.”

  He pulled his mouth away, lowering a hand from her thigh, to rub against her swollen clit. He frigged it slowly, then quicker, stopping when she began to pant, thrusting her hips against his hand. He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t come that way. When her cum spilled from her body, it would be at his command. His direction. And for now, it would be in his mouth.

  “Please, what, love?” he asked her, his voice raspy with arousal.

  “Please let me come,” she begged, her words slurred as if she were intoxicated, a sign that she was on the cusp of orgasming and had—to a degree—entered sub-space.

  “Beg me,” he told her.

  “Please, please, please let me come,” she pleaded without hesitation and Alastair grinned.

  He leaned forward and tugged on the lips of her pussy with his teeth. She gasped, then moaned, her hands clenching the bar in front of her tightly. Alastair was proud of her that she hadn’t let go.

  “More,” he directed as he slid the tip of a finger inside her pussy, curling it and grazing the top of her sex.

  “Oh gods, Sir, I’m begging you.” Leyah’s words were breathless and they sent a shot of animalistic pleasure surging through Alastair’s body, making him feel lightheaded. His mouth went dry from the surge of arousal, his fingertips felt numb, his toes curling in his shoes, and heat suffused his entire being.

  “Good girl,” he growled, before he doubled his assault on her pussy. He was taking no prisoners as he licked, sucked, nibbled, slashed, flicked, rubbed, and caressed his tongue, mouth, fingers and his bristly cheek against Leyah’s slit. As her panting increased, her whimpers and moans of his name rising in decibel and volume, Alastair pressed a finger against her perineum and as she yelled his name, he opened his mouth.

  He could tell Leyah was surprised by the squirting of her orgasm, but he wasn’t. He relished it, swallowing down her offering and essence to him. Her juices flooded his mouth, splashing his face and dripping on his shirt, he drank what he could, and used his tongue to drag along her labia and her clit to clean her off, growling as she continued to jerk and shiver at his touch.

  Fuck, that was amazing, he thought to himself, as he licked his lips and lowered Leyah’s leg from the elevator bar, pulling her tightened hands free from the steel handrail. He pulled her down into his lap, ignoring his hard rod that throbbed and demanded attention. He lay Leyah’s head on his shoulder and ran his hand over her hair, murmuring words of affection and comfort.

  Leyah had been amazingly responsive and even seemed to be receptive to taking on the part of a submissive. Although they had yet to discuss the intricacies, rules, and other aspects of being a part of the Lifestyle, he was almost certain that once he finally took her it would be an experience he would never forget. And one she would remember forever.

  He couldn’t wait to finally make her his in every way.

  Then he would find out what other secrets she was keeping from him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  A fter long moments basking in the afterglow of her orgasm—where her body continued to twitch and shiver—Leyah finally settled and felt the instant rush of embarrassment and shame. Averting her eyes from Alastair’s gaze, as she rose from his lap and attempted to straighten her disheveled clothing. She tugged up her bra, pulled down her skirt, and rebuttoned her shirt… with the only three buttons that survived Alastair’s assault. Her breasts, covered in her purple lace bra, looked positively obscene and she flushed as she thought about walking the halls in such a state. She groaned as she lifted her hand to her hair, trying to smooth down the thick, sweaty, black strands. Her hair was going to turn into a kinky mess of curls unless she could get to a shower, wash, condition, and dry it soon.

  She ignored Alastair as he stood to his full height and chuckled.

  “Relax, baby,” he told her. “I’ll get you back to your room without anyone being the wiser.” Leyah’s body flooded with warmth at the way Alastair referred to her by the pet name s
o casually. Then the arrogance of his words wiped away her lusty brain fog.

  Leyah turned to look at him, glaring.

  “How do you intend to do that? I have to walk directly by Valerie and Algerone’s suite to get to my own!” she hissed, pointing out what should have been obvious to him.

  Alastair quirked an eyebrow at her. “Valerie and Algerone, hmm?” he questioned, picking up on her familiarity with his brother and sister-in-law.

  Leyah tuned away from him and shrugged. She stiffened when Alastair tugged her back into his body, his heat seeping into her bones. She wanted to sink into him, to inhale his scent, rest in his arms, but she’d had too many dangerous and close calls with the prince. He was way too much of a distraction for her. No. She was already dangerously close to tossing it all away and confessing everything to the man. She couldn’t do that. She would be putting Danorian’s life in danger and no matter how insufferable the older Waldakan man was, he was all she had left after the death of her parents. She would never, could never, betray him in such a way.

  Leyah pulled away from Alastair and turned to look at him. “They asked that I call them that when there was no one else around. It slipped my mind that I should probably not refer to them in such a way in front of you.”

  Alastair shrugged. “I have no issue with you referring to them thusly, to be honest. I was simply surprised… and happy, that you’ve grown so close with my family.”

  Leyah’s eyebrows rose as surprise rippled through her. “Why would you be happy?”

  “Because I have every intention of having you, in every way, and it would be much easier if my family already knew who you were and were comfortable around you,” he told her, his voice low and dark with promise.

  Leyah tried to stifle the shiver that threatened at his words. She shook her head and stepped back again, finding herself pressed against the opposite wall, the handrail digging in her lower back. Alastair stepped close to her, shaking his head.

  “Why are you trying to run again?” he asked. “I’d never take you for a coward.”

  Leyah stiffened her spine and glared at him. “I’m no coward.” Her body flushed hot with rage. To be called a coward was one of the worst insults she’d ever experienced. Even worse than being called “spoiled” by some of the servants’ children when she was growing up. Worse than “tease” by the one and only guy she’d had any sort of a relationship with, Charvelle Jlassi, the son of one her father’s trusted advisors who’d gotten upset that she would not go any farther than simple kissing when they’d been together. Leyah hadn’t been sure what had made her hesitate to take things further with Charvelle when they’d been teenagers, but at his explosion of anger, calling her a tease and telling her that her rejection of him was: 'anaha la aljuld qubalat dyky walkurat, she knew she’d made the right decision. What man told a woman that her saying “no” to his suggestion that they have sex was “no skin off his cock and balls”? No man her father would ever approve of her being with if he was still alive.

  She observed Alastair out of the corner of her eye, as she turned her head away from him. She couldn’t see the confident, arrogant, alpha male before her reacting in such a way. Leyah may not have known Alastair long, but she felt safe with him, and knew if she’d said “no” or “stop” at any time, he would have backed away instantly. So, knowing that, why hadn’t she felt the need to say that? Especially with the precariousness of her position? Leyah gave herself a mental shake. That was a matter for her to uncover when she was alone. Not trapped in an elevator recovering from an intense orgasm, surrounded by the smell, the strength, the presence, and the will of Alastair Smythe.

  “So, why are you running from me… again? Why are you trying to deny what we have between us?” Alastair’s voice broke through her inner musings and she frowned.

  Leyah sighed and reached up to tug on the end of her hair as she closed her eyes. “There’s nothing between us.”

  Alastair scoffed and Leyah shook her head, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. “What I mean is, there can’t be anything between us. You’re… you,” she said gesturing at him, then pointing at herself. “And I’m me. And never the two shall meet.”

  “That’s bullshit,” Alastair growled.

  Leyah gasped and widened her eyes at his blatant denial.

  “My brother married and hid a wife and kids for fourteen years because he was afraid of tradition and the expectations of others. I missed out on so much of my nieces’ and nephews’ lives because of his fear. The worst thing? He missed out on so much of his own children’s lives because of it as well. He missed out on sharing his life with his wife, the woman he loves more than his own life.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And my other brothers all have their own issues with other women they’ve met.”

  Leyah remembered Prince Augustus and Valerie’s friend Helen arguing in the library and nodded in agreement. Those two seemed as if they had a very big hurdle to cross if they were going to be together. She wasn’t entirely certain what was going on with Prince Alfie or Prince Andreas, but she’d noticed both men had been growing more and more agitated and angry as the weeks went by. Weeks… had she really been in the palace for as long as she thought she had been? Something had to give. She needed to either succeed or consent defeat on her mission soon. She couldn’t be away from her people too much longer.

  “Me? I’ve never wanted a wife and kids. I’ve always been happy being alone and simply satisfying my needs when I need to,” Alastair stated and Leyah frowned at the ache of disappointment that gripped her. She didn’t understand the emotion. She’d just been telling him that they couldn’t be together. That they didn’t belong together, and yet, hearing him say he’d never wanted that very thing saddened her somehow. It was as if he were relenting to her words, admitting that there was no future for them. Leyah had to admit she’d expected Alastair to continue pushing her. Fighting for them to be together. Cornering her until she finally gave in to the very thing she desperately wanted. To know that he wouldn’t be doing that upset her.

  “Until you.” Alastair’s voice was soft and Leyah’s eyes flew up to collide with his own. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she lifted a hand to press it against her breastbone, before coming to her senses and dropping it back to her side. Alastair lifted one side of his mouth and shook his head. “I watched you walk up the drive headed to the palace all those months ago, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You fill my mind all day. Haunt my dreams. I smell you even when you’re not there. Your voice calls to me whenever you’re not around.” He stepped close to her, putting his hands on the handrail on the other side of her own. “And ever since I kissed you for the first time, I have been addicted to your taste.” His eyes drifted up and down her body and Leyah felt it as if he were caressing her entire body. “I am addicted to how delicious you are, and now you want to take that away because of the differences in our positions?” He leaned down and bit her bottom lip. “No.”

  “No?” Leyah echoed.

  “No.” Alastair shook his head again. “You are mine. You belong to me now, Leyah. I’m not letting you go. I will have you.” He looked her up and down, from her feet up to the top of her head, biting his lower lip, his eyes darkening. Leyah shivered, feeling his gaze like a blatant, heated touch on her skin. “All of you. But not now. No, this was merely an appetizer. I’m patient and I can wait for my entrée and dessert until later. So, since you’ve waited this long to lose your virginity, I’m going to let you hold on to it for another two weeks. Then it belongs to me. And I will take it,” he told her.

  “What happens in two weeks?” she asked, with a frown, trying to shove away the desire that strangled her words, wrapped her body in its embrace, and held her hostage.

  Alastair turned away from her and pressed the release button on the elevator, so they could continue on their way. He wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and smirked down at her when she was unable to stop herself from smelling the lapel
, taking his scent in.

  “In two weeks, we’re getting married,” Alastair stated just as the elevator doors opened, leading a shocked Leyah to a narrow door, opening it, and pulling her inside.

  Chapter Eighteen

  A lastair knew he’d surprised Leyah with his proclamation that they would be getting married in two weeks. Hell, he’d fucking shocked himself. But as soon as the thought had taken root, he’d known it was the right decision for them both. No, he wouldn’t say he was in love with Leyah, he hadn’t known her long enough for his heart to be fully engaged—though he was man enough, and honest enough with himself, to say that his heart was partially engaged—but he wanted her. He wanted her forever. Which wasn’t something he’d ever been able to think, much less say about any other person in his life. They had a connection. He wanted to be the one to take her virginity, to sleep with her every night, and wake up with her every morning. He wanted to spoil her. Claim her. He didn’t want any other man to see, touch, or even think about having her the way he would.

  Was it pure masculine possessiveness? An alpha trait inherited from lines of marauders, warriors, and hunters? Most likely. Was it jealousy at the mere prospect of her being with someone other than him? Most definitely. Would he allow those things to stop him from making her his wife? His princess?

  Hell. Fucking. No.