Abducting the Princess by Mel Teshco

ears. She ground against him suddenly. Once. Twice. As her pussy contracted around him and her cries turned into a guttural moan, he didn’t even try to restrain himself.
    His balls jerked and his seed jetted out. He hurtled off the ledge and into an abyss of pure ecstasy.
    He came back down to earth with her lips touching his with a sweetness he wanted more of. He loved the taste of her mouth, her breath on his lips…her body fitted on top of his own.
    With a pleased little sigh she pulled back and disengaged from him before all but collapsing beside him. He turned his head, drinking in the sight of his replete lover who looked so thoroughly, delectably fucked.
    Her mussed bedroom hair framed the satiated look on her face. Her sweat dampened skin gleamed, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath.
    Goddess, he could get used to this. Used to watching the expressions cross her face just before she came. Used to having her beside him on his bed and just stare at her beautiful form.
    But he wanted much more. He wanted her to be his wife. He wanted her to be the mother of his children.
    A man could dream, right?
    Except he didn’t want it to be his dream, he wanted it to be his reality.
    A smile curled his lips as she made a snuffling noise beside him. Evidently her lack of sleep and their recent love session had worn her right out. “Tired sweetheart?”
    “Yes, but in a good way,” she mumbled sleepily, before rolling over, one arm snaking over his belly and her hand sitting on the jut of his hip, precariously close to his cock.
    He stifled a moan as the bit of anatomy in question thickened and grew. He ignored his most basic needs when she said, “You know so much about me and yet I know so little about you.” She looked up at him. “Tell me about your family? Your mum and dad?”
    “A bedtime story?” he mused aloud.
    She nodded. “Mm hmm.” Then snuggled even closer as he began.
    “Well…I never knew my mother. But she was apparently very beautiful. She was an only child who lived west of the scantia forest in a tiny village. I’ve only just recently come to know my father, but I learned that the moment my mom and dad set eyes on each other it was love at first sight. Except it was back in the days when shape shifters weren’t tolerated. My father was a larakyte …”She looked up at him, her tiredness seemingly forgotten. “He told her the truth about who he really was?”
    “No. He didn’t want to lose her. He lied to her and pretended he was human. Only when she fell pregnant and he knew their child would have the nightmix gene, did he reveal his true identity.”
    Her attention was absolute. “She forgave him?”
    He shook his head. “No. She was inconsolable. She ran away from the village, hid herself in the poorest parts outside the Zaneean palace. She delivered her baby…delivered me. Then left me out in the street, no doubt hoping I’d die.”
    “Oh Mahaya, no! Someone rescued you?”
    He arched a brow. “If ‘rescue’ means having a lowlife couple take me into their home and teach me the art of pickpocket to support their gambling and drinking addiction, then yeah, I guess I was.”
    Her face softened with empathy. “I’m so sorry.”
    He refused to dwell on the resentment that at times reared its ugly head. The winds of fate had ensured he’d be a part of the princess’s life and for that he could only be grateful. “Don’t be sorry. My past is what shaped me to become the man today. And if my only accomplishment in life is to have seen you protected, I’ll die a happy man.”
    Her eyes glistened. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
    He nodded. “Yes, I really do, Mira.”
    My Mira.
    “You could have any woman you wanted.”
    “You’re the only woman I want,” he answered softly.
    She closed her eyes for a moment, but not before he caught a flash of yearning in her stare. His joy could barely be restrained. She wanted him too! He just had to convince her