Prince of Desire by Donna Grant

wanted him hard and fast to reach her fulfillment, but she knew he would show her pleasure. With each withdrawal and thrust, she moved against him, creating more friction as the tempo increased.
    She was mindless with want, her body needing release but not ready to let go yet as Lucian plunged deep within her. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and she could feel the climax building as he pumped hard and fast. She felt his hand move around her to find her sex, slick and throbbing.
    His thumb moved over it once, twice…three times, and her world splintered as her orgasm claimed her, as waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through her body. And with each continued thrust of Lucian's thick arousal, he prolonged her climax until her legs could no longer hold her.
    Dimly she heard a roar behind her and realized her mate had also found his release as the tip of his rod touched her womb.   His seed poured inside her, and she wondered when her belly would grow round with his child – their child.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Lucian couldn't believe he was nearly home. He hadn't wanted to tell Isabelle last night that they would arrive today. He knew she was nervous, but he wanted her to get a good night's sleep and keeping their arrival from her had given her that.
    He readied their horses and turned to find her plaiting her hair. He loved her glorious mane of dark brown hair. It thick and silky, and he enjoyed having it draped around him when they made love.
    As he tightened the saddle on Isabelle's mare, he thought of their time together. They had used the travel to learn more of each other, and with each passing day, he wondered how he had ever lived without her. She had a wicked sense of humor that kept him laughing and seeing the world in an entirely different light.
    His family and kingdom would be much richer with her.
    He sighed and looked at the pass they would take that led to Drahcir. Home. How he had missed it, but most especially his family.   A smile pulled at his lips as he imagined the homecoming with his brothers. They were a loud, rowdy lot, but they were loyal. What more could a brother ask for?
    “What are you looking at?” Isabelle asked as she came to stand beside him.
    “The pass home.”
    She stiffened beside him. “You knew this last night?”
    He nodded. “I did, but felt you could use a good rest instead of staying up worrying.”
    “You were right, of course,” she said and chuckled while she clasped her cloak around her.  
    “Ready?”
    “Aye,” she said and kissed him before he sat her on the mare and ventured into the snow.
    They talked for hours about everything from her duties as a princess to how many children they might have.   There were spots of companionable silence as well.   By the time they neared the gates of Drahcir, Lucian knew whatever time he had left with her would be the most wonderful time of his life.
    The entrance to Drahcir was just over the next rise. Lucian was so excited upon seeing his family again that for a moment he almost missed the frisson of warning that ran down his spine. He jerked on Elad's bridle and reached to halt Isabelle. Once she was stopped, he looked around hoping to see who, or what, endangered them.
    “What is it?” Isabella whispered.
    Lucian knew without a doubt that something was about to attack, he just didn't know from where. He had to get Isabelle to safety, but in the thick snow and walls of mountains, there was no place for her to hide.
    “We're about to be attacked,” he said casually as he leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth.
    Thankfully, she stayed calm as she asked, “Who?”
    “I doona know. Make sure you stay out of the way while I battle them. Take this,” he said, and placed the dagger he had given her on their first night in her lap. “Keep it hidden, and use it if you must.”
    She nodded and gripped his hand. “I'm not going to lie and say I'm not afraid.”
    “I know.” Lucian looked over his shoulder