64: Perverted Bugs and Bunnies

Quincy St. Martin

We’re back in acres of private land surrounded by trees, up the little hill again. Sitting at the exact same spot we were in before with a checkered blanket on the ground.

We feast on pizza, mozzarella sticks, éclairs, and pops just like the last time. The only difference is it’s daytime now, so I can see better. The view is wonderful from up here. I can see the roofs of the houses below, their swimming pools and their yards.

“This is a great place to spy on your neighbors,” I tell him as I get up and walk to the edge of the little drop-off to see better.

Somebody’s having a pool party down there, while there are a couple of women sunbathing a few houses away. I’m kinda glad that we can’t see our house from up here.

“Is there anyone famous living down there?”

He shrugs his shoulders and says, “No idea.”

He wipes his hands with a napkin before he gracefully gets up to stand next to me. Sometimes I can’t get over how elegantly and beautifully he moves.

“I’m not a celebrity stalker or anything, but wouldn’t it be cool to know if Henry Cavill or Chris Pine or Chris Evans or Chris Pratt or Chris Hemsworth lives nearby?”

“Why are they all male actors?” He frowns. “And why are they all Chris?”

“I did say Henry Cavill,” I reply. “Do you want them to be Ryans instead? Because Ryan Reynolds and Ryan Gosling are Canadians, though they might—”

“Sweetheart,” he says warningly.

“Okay, sorry. No Chrises or Ryans.” I grin.

He lets out a low threatening growl.

“Okay, fine, you got me. No Henrys either.” Gee, I guess that’s the end of my love affair with Henry Cavill. He doesn’t even get to know about it. “I only want Prince Caspian Romanov.”

“That’s the right thing to say,” he says approvingly. A small grin curves his lips upward.

His hands grab the belt loops of my jeans to playfully tug me against him. “Despite what you think, I’m not a total pervert. I don’t come up here to spy on my neighbors.”

He sighs, and his grin disappears. “When I’m stressed, I exercise and I train. I always find myself end up here. It helps me clear my head a bit.”

That reminds me of what Constantine said to me last night. Caspian carries a load on his shoulders, and he worries. It must not be easy to be a crown prince.

It must be lonely for him to be carrying all that weight around while pretending to be happy and carefree all the time.

“This place is special to you,” I say. “Thank you for bringing me up here. Twice now.”

“This place is special to me because I brought you here that night. This is where you saw me as a lycan but you didn’t run. Quincy…”

He goes down on his knees in front of me.

“Oh, my God, what are you doing?” I shriek.

One hand comes up to cover my mouth, while another clutches where my heart is threatening to jump out of my chest.

“Caspian?”

There’s a blue velvet ring box in his hand. A glittering purplish-pink stone catches the light, winking from inside it.

“~Moya printsessa~, ~moya dusha~, my soul, my love. You saw me that night, the true me, an ugly, terrifying monster that I am, yet you stayed. You accepted me as I am right here, on this very spot. So I wonder if you would make me the happiest man by taking me just as I am. Right here.”

Oh my God! My heart is going crazy. It’s hard to breathe.

He continues, “I’ve been dreaming and searching for you for centuries. The day that I finally found you was the best day of my life. The more I get to know you, the deeper I fall for you. You are my dream girl and more. Now that I know how it feels to have my soul complete, I can’t go back to living without my other half. I’d give up everything in this world for you. Nothing matters without you. Not my crown, not my life. Nothing.”

It’s even harder to breathe now.

“Quincy St. Martin, will you be mine? Will you be my friend, my lover, my wife, my mate, and my partner in crime for life?”

Oh, my God! He’s staring up at me with a beautiful smile on his lips and that hopeful look in his eyes. I should say something. Say something.

I want to answer him, but something is lodged in my throat.

He lifts an eyebrow up, still waiting patiently. “My love?”

Stupid me. I burst into tears. Not a delicate, dainty, and pretty kind of crying either. Massive sobs burst out of my chest, and big fat tears flow out of my eyes like a torrent of rain.

He immediately stands up with an alarmed look on his face.

“How much did I mess that up?” he asks.

His question brings out another big loud sob, and he visibly winces.

I shake my head and bury my face into his chest. “You didn’t mess it up,” I choke out. My voice is muffled in his shirt.

“Okaay…” he says, sounding confused, but his hands come up to stroke my back soothingly. “Uh, what are the chances of you saying yes?”

I lift my face up. “Yes! Yes! Yes, I’ll be your friend, your lover, your wife, your mate, and your partner in crime for life.”

He cuts off my rambling by planting a kiss on my mouth. The kiss is brief, yet so possessive and demanding.

“Why are you crying then?” he asks.

“I’m just so happy,” I croak.

He smiles and presses our foreheads together while his thumbs wipe my wet cheeks. “I thought I messed it up. Genesis suggested that I hire clowns and lots of food to help me propose. Penny suggested fireworks and hot air balloons. Serena said candles, lots of candles, and rose petals, but I know that you prefer something simple rather than anything elaborate so…was that okay for you?”

“Okay?” I ask him. He did this to make me happy. He’s right. I don’t want anything fancy. How does he know me so well?

I’ve always dreamed of something like this, just the man I love, asking for my hand in the sincerest and simplest way. I couldn’t ask for anything sweeter.

“This is what I always dreamed of. Only better!”

I fling my arms around his neck after he slips the ring onto my finger.

“I can’t believe it. I’m engaged! We’re engaged! I have a fiancé!”

He wraps his arms around my waist and swings me around. His head is thrown back as he laughs. The sound is beautiful. Carefree and joyful. Blissfully happy.

He looks so sexy when he laughs like that. His mouth, his chin, the way his Adam’s apple bobs, the curve of his throat.

If I weren’t already in love with him, I would’ve fallen in love with him now. Right at this moment.

When his laughter subsides, I say, “You proposed like humans do.”

“Since you consider yourself a ~normal~ human, I thought you’d like it if I proposed to you the way most ~normal~ humans do,” he replies.

His brilliant green eyes are bright, and his lips curl up sexily.

The air around us suddenly feels heavy. “I always fancied the idea of being somebody’s fiancée,” I tell him, unable to take my eyes off of him.

“Now you’re my fiancée,” he says. The air around us has definitely changed. A fire blazes in his eyes.

His Adam’s apple moves again when he swallows like he’s nervous. I want to put my mouth on his throat and have a taste. Before I lose control and lick his throat or something, I look down to study the ring that he slipped onto the fourth finger on my left hand.

“It’s a purple-pink diamond because I know you love purple,” he says, his voice husky.

It’s absolutely gorgeous! The big princess-cut center stone is a brilliant purplish pink in color. It is surrounded by two rounds of smaller sparkly white diamonds.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” I breathe.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

“Cheesy,” I say, trying to lighten up the tension. But it doesn’t go away. The crackles of energy between us cling to the air.

I look up again, and we stare at each other for what seems like an eternity.

Something flickers in his eyes as if he comes to a decision. His hands come up to span my waist, and he slowly pulls me closer to him. He leans down to press a kiss just below my ear. I shiver at the feeling of his lips against my skin.

“This place is private,” he whispers. “How do you feel about being mated here, under the sky, among the trees? In nature?”

“I’m shy of bunnies and bugs,” I tell him.

“Is that so?” He raises his face. His voice is light and playful, but his eyes are heated. His lips are hovering just a few inches from mine.

The air around us is thick and charged.

“Yes, they might be peeping, and I’m a shy girl,” I whisper. Our breaths mingle together.

He leans in closer still, and my lips tingle just from the feel of his breath on me and the anticipation.

“Those pesky, pervy bunnies and bugs,” he whispers back. His warm breath fans against my lips. “How dare they cockblock me.”

My lips quirk. He says the damnedest things. “Yeah, how dare they,” I whisper against his lips just before they cover mine.

As soon as our lips touch, heat explodes through me. His arms circle my waist, pulling me flush against him. My arms go around his neck. My fingers tangle in his silky golden hair and tug, trying to get closer. My heart feels like it’s about to explode in my chest.

He groans, and his lips grow more urgent. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before it finds entrance into my mouth. Our tongues tangle and dance together. Teasing, tasting each other. Oh God, he tastes so good.

He nips and sucks on my lower lip, making me moan softly into his mouth. Caspian…

He draws back, ripping his mouth off me, and I let out a sound of protest. We’re both breathing hard. I can hear the rapid beating of his heart along with my own. His eyes are intense, smoldering, focused only on me.

Then he bends down just to grasp my butt and lifts me up. My hands automatically cling tighter to his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his hips.

He carries me to the blanket, and I’m too mesmerized by the fire in his eyes to look at anything else.

He slides me down to my feet and says, “There’s no going back. This is going to be forever. Tell me you’re ready to be mine, ~moya printsessa~. Mine and only mine.”

“I’m ready to be yours. Only yours,” I tell him. “Forever.”

His eyes glitter, his jaw tightens, and his nostrils flare at my words.

He takes a step back. “Take off your clothes,” he growls in a way that allows no disobedience. Very much like a king delivering a command.

It reminds me that he’s not a regular man. He’s a powerful lycan. A future king. I find his bossiness to be such a turn-on.

I pull my shoes and socks off. Then I take my shirt off. I look up at him before I undo the button of my jeans. I pull the zipper down while watching his eyes following my every movement. His eyes flare, and his jaw clenches as I wiggle my pants down my legs.

I decide that I like watching him watch me.

I am now in my matching cream silk lacy underwear, standing there staring at him.

“I said take off all of your clothes. All of them,” he commands. So bossy. I like it.

It might seem like he’s in control, giving me instructions, but I feel powerful. His body is taut. His nostrils flare, as he can smell how wet I am for him already. Holding back is a torture for him.

I unclasp my bra and slowly let it fall to the ground. I can see his chest rising and falling fast. His eyes are now dark and wild with hunger as they roam my figure.

I slip my fingers into the waistband of my panties before sliding them slowly down my legs. I kick them off to the side and stand in front of him.

He stares at me for the longest time, hungrily devouring me with his eyes.

“Now lie down on the blanket,” he says finally. His voice sounds gruff, and his hands are in tight fists.

I quietly lie down, and he comes over, nudging my legs apart to sit on his knees between them. His eyes are heavy-lidded. They glitter underneath his golden eyelashes as he watches me contemplatively.

His face assumes that imperious quality. Arrogant and possessive.

“So beautiful, and all mine,” he murmurs.

He watches me like a predator who finally has its prey in his grasp, ready to feast, but every part looks so delectable that he doesn’t know where to start. His hand trembles as he skims it down between my breasts, over my ribcage, my taut stomach, and rubbing softly over my heat.

I moan and arch my body upward to get closer to his teasing hand.

I think my moan breaks his control. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of me. His lips are devouring mine, hot and demanding. His hands move to stroke my bare skin. His groin grinds into me.

“I want to take my time,” he growls into my mouth. “But I can’t do slow. Not now. I need you.” His voice is raw with hunger.

“Next time,” I tell him as I help pull his jacket off. I don’t want slow now. I’m desperate for him. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him right now.

Together, we frantically pull his boots, pants, and shirt off. I think we ripped his shirt right down the middle.

“Mine…” he mouths against my skin as he moves his mouth over my breast hungrily, kissing, nipping, licking, and sucking. His breathing is ragged.

His warm powerful hands are all over me. His masculine smell is so addictive.

We attack each other with our hands, lips, tongue, and teeth.

In the end, I’m so slick and ready for him. He braces his hands on each side of me and watches me when he finally enters me.

His expression is fierce, and his eyes are completely black. Dark veins are visible across his face. His canines are out. He’s only half human and completely sexy. I realize then that my canines are also extended. That slumbering part of me is now fully awake and ready. I feel every inch of him inside.

I only manage to cling to his broad shoulders as he rocks us both. The fire explodes into an inferno. I hear his growl before his teeth and canines sink into my shoulder. I scream and sink my own teeth and sharp canines into his. Pain and raw pleasure.

Our bond seeps deep into my blood and my bones. My world erupts in a colorful explosion where nothing else exists. Just him and me.

I hear nothing but our hearts beating in tandem. I feel nothing but his presence, inside and around me. He’s in my consciousness. In every breath I take. He’s in my soul. It feels like coming home.

Then my eyelids feel heavy. This is more than intimacy. It’s… I yawn. Maybe if I just close my eyes. Just for a minute.

I wake up to gentle kisses along my collarbone, going lower. He crawls up to grin wickedly into my eyes when he knows I’m awake. I can’t help but grin back.

The feelings of happiness and love coming from him make me feel euphoric.

We make love again, this time a lot slower. He works his way slowly down my body. His hands blaze a trail for his mouth and tongue to follow.

We take our time to worship every inch of each other’s body. I’ve never felt closer to anyone.

Our souls are so tightly wound together that ripping us apart would destroy us both.