Free The Last Princess by Stacey Espino

disregarded it.  The smell from the intruder probably still
lingered on him, or was he with Delia working as a team?  The questions could
wait, had to wait.  One way or another the princess would be his.  Even if he
had to live off the grid as she did for most of her adult life, it would be
worth it to finally have a mate he loved, the one he longed for these many
years.
    She arched up into his face, forcing his fangs to the
surface.  Alexander was removing her shirt, revealing plump, beautiful breasts.
The air reeked of sex, intoxicating.  Ulric slipped off her panties and parted
her legs.  He'd been fantasizing about this for far too long.  He delved into
her pussy, hungrier than he'd ever been.  She was already wet, her honey sweet-smelling,
her labia swollen. He indulged himself, fucking her with his tongue before
settling over her clit.  The princess would soon learn what she was missing if
she disregarded him as a mate. 
    "Ulric," she cried out, music to his ears.
    "Hush, little wolf.  Let him enjoy himself.  I can just imagine
how delectable you taste." 
    He glanced up to see Alexander now stark naked.  The crazy
wolf.  He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, pawing and suckling her bare
tits.  She writhed from their joint ministrations, moaned, and pleaded.  Ulric
wanted to bring her to the edge, the place where she'd drop all inhibitions and
give in to the double-fucking he had planned for her.
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    Delia was floating in that peaceful realm of exquisite
pleasure, the calm before the storm.  Ulric's skilled mouth had her entire body
quivering, her pussy pulsing strong and demanding.  Then it all stopped as she
was transported into pre-orgasmic bliss.  Sounds were muffled, the world went
away.  All she could focus on was the feel of Alexander's mouth over her
sensitive nipples and Ulric's tongue practically vibrating over her swollen
clit.  She never expected to come to the castle and end up on her back, being
explored by two eager males.  What happened to her well laid plans to bring
mayhem and destruction?  She blamed the moon and her recent orgasm with Caleb
for her wanton desire.
    "I'm burning," she cried out.  It seemed all the
heat in her body pulled in from her extremities and pooled deep in her cunt
where Ulric's tongue couldn’t reach. She needed more, needed to feel the bear
shifter filling her, settling the itch that drove her mad.
    "That's good, Delia.  It means you're very close.  Let Ulric
finish eating your pussy.  Any minute now and you'll be glad you waited." 
Alexander was so keen on sharing her.  His confidence was a turn on. She'd
expect a royal suitor to be spoiled and snotty, not damn gorgeous and friends
with Ulric. Royal suitors usually thought themselves too good to befriend
guards or commoners, but she could feel the connection between the two men. "If
you need an outlet, I'm not adverse to you sucking my cock. Would you like
that?"
    It's not something she was experienced in, but her inner
she-wolf demanded it. She parted her lips and turned her head.  Alexander was
already stripped of all clothing, his body lean muscled, tanned, and delicious
to look at.  The moonlight cast shadows over every ridge of muscle and the
outline of his prominent erection. He braced one knee on the mattress and held
the base of his dick with a firm fist, directing it to her mouth. 
    As soon as she latched on, she sighed.  The vibration from the
sound made the alpha wolf groan and thread his hand through her hair.
"Suck it hard, princess. I've had blue balls for five years. You owe me
this."  She ignored his comment and suckled the thick meat, savoring the
musky taste of his wolf.  He must have shifted recently—she could taste his feral
essence. Without being told what to do she pressed the cock between her tongue
and palate, sucked on the head, and then accepted the length when he fed it
down her throat.  It was difficult to concentrate on two tasks.  She had to
anchor