Free Little Red (Not Quite the Fairy Tale #5) by May Sage Page A

were in his room. Her grandmother had long relinquished the Sovereign’s quarters to him, so it was the very best in a kingdom known for its craft.
    Good. 
    She deserved to be taken to the plushest, nicest bed in this place, and treated like the princess she was, because he was going to fuck her like a whore. There was no way around it. Sure, he’d try to be nice about it but the whole pounding into next decade was on the menu.
    Fuck, he needed her right now.
    “I want you so badly,” he breathed in between against her skin, running his tongue on the bite mark he’d left there. “But I need you to understand: I am Prince. I come with a crown and a lot of responsibilities that… Fuck .”
    She must have had enough because she’d opened his fly, freed his painfully hard length and pumped it, too.
    “Sorry, what was that. Responsibilities?” she asked sweetly, getting on her knees to wrap her red lips around him.
    Oh hell . 
    “Lana… Shit… I wanted to say…”
    He couldn’t have sex with her without getting everything out in the open, dammit.
    Well, he could have if he used a condom, but he was pretty sure any protection in this place would have been pierced with a needle, to ensure that the Mission Grandkid Mimi had been on went off without a hitch.
    “Lana, listen to me,” he hissed between clenched teeth. She didn’t stop bobbing her head up and down, but she looked up and his balls tightened at the sight of the big, smoldering eyes.
    Not. Helping.
    He went for the short version.
    “I’m going to marry you. I want babies. We’ll practice now.”
     

 
    Chapter Twelve
    Mission Puppies
     
     
    Now was the time. She really needed to get it out in the open. He’d hate her later if she didn’t.
    Reluctantly, she removed her mouth from his shaft and explained. 
    “Chase, right now, you feel like making babies because of this.”
    She pointed to the bite he’d left on her neck.
    “I am a wolf as much as a human. I don’t know how it works, but you’ve claimed me, without meaning to. That’s a pretty basic thing – you know. Fuck, mate, reproduce. You’re probably not in your right mind.”
    He frowned down at her, and then chuckled.
    “Mhh… No. This,” he said, pointing just like she had, but towards his cock, “Isn’t exactly new around you. Like, at all. I need you now because I’ve had a near death experience and because you’re naked. You’re a wolf; I’m not. I’m a human guy.”
    She was ready to interject, needing to inform him that question was actually left to be determined.
    He’d bitten her: there was a chance that he might have injected some of her blood. That being the case, he may very well be a few night away from howling his heart out.
    Chase kissed her to shut her up – a habit he’d developed quite quickly – and when she’d forgotten her own name, he carried on:
    “I don’t need a reason to want to fuck the sexy, gorgeous, pretty damn strong woman I’ve come to consider as mine. Now shut up and get on the bed. On your front, ass up. I need to spank it for even suggesting I might not want to be buried inside it.”
    Her mouth fell open in shock.
    One, because no one spoke to her like that. No one. Norman never could have – the only person who had been able dominant enough to, her mother, had chosen not to.
    Two, because somehow, Wolfie Puss liked it. She was all turned on about his voice. It was firm, unwavering.
    Three… because Lana Vermeille, the sentient creature fully able to formulate thought processes and words, felt herself wanting to comply.
    What the heck, let’s do this.
    Wolfie had never been as happy with her.
    She slowly walked towards the silken, dark covers, and rested her head as comfortably as she could on a red pillow. Then, she closed her eyes, biting her lip as she heard his steps, felt the bed give in when he joined her there. Her entire body was tense, expecting the blow, wondering why it was looking forward to it...
    But instead of