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  With a soft cry, that was exactly what Charlotte did.

  “Kristoff,” she moaned, grinding against me. “Kristoff, please…please!”

  Her grip tightened in my hair until it was a painful pleasure and I felt her clench around me, her Goddess-pearl throbbing against my tongue. Her thighs quivered and I tasted fresh nectar and swallowed it eagerly, hungry for her delicious flavor, so salty/sweet and perfectly Charlotte.

  She finished at last, quivering against me, soft little moans still coming from her throat. I waited until she at last dismounted and cuddled beside me, pressing her small, soft body to mine.

  “Mmmm… Kristoff, that was so good. But…” She looked up at me, her green eyes luminous in the firelight and still filled with the need.

  “My Lady?” I asked softly. “What is it you desire?”

  I knew what I desired—what my body was urging me to do. I wanted to take her here and now, to spread her legs and thrust long and hard into her sweet center, to fill her with my seed and claim her. But I couldn’t…I mustn’t. Instead I held still, my cock throbbing rigidly between my thighs, waiting on my Lady’s pleasure.

  Charlotte

  “You know what I desire—what I need,” I said, feeling the throbbing, unfulfilled ache between my thighs. “That was wonderful, Kristoff—amazing. But I need more. I feel…so empty inside.”

  “You need to be filled.” His voice was a low, lustful growl and I suddenly remembered what he’d told me—that he had to be careful not to reach the edge of his control so he wouldn’t take me and bond me to him.

  But I wanted to be bonded to Kristoff. Wanted it so badly I could barely stand it. I didn’t give a damn for what the Council of Wisdom said anymore—those cheating, lying bastards. If they weren’t going to play by their own rules, well, neither was I. I wanted Kristoff and I was going to have him, I decided. Not just as a sex toy to get off against—I wanted him to bond me to him—to form a permanent connection that couldn’t be broken or denied.

  How, though? My Imperial Guard was so honor bound he was determined to follow the rules. Determined not to go too far.

  Well, maybe I can push him too far, I thought, a plan forming in my mind. And from the look in his shifting eyes, it wouldn’t take much of a push.

  I knew what I was going to do.

  “Yes,” I whispered, climbing into his lap and leaning over to kiss him. “I need to be filled. But not just filled—Kristoff, I think I’ve reached the breeding part of my cycle. I need to be bred—I need you to breed me.”

  “My Lady, no!” His voice was a low groan. “To breed you I would have to not just penetrate you but also spurt my seed inside you. And that I cannot do.”

  “Why not?”

  As I spoke, I gripped his rigid shaft in my hand, feeling him throb against my palm, and leaned forward to kiss him. My nipples brushed against his broad, bare chest as I pressed forward, taking his mouth possessively. Kristoff didn’t kiss me back but he groaned again when I lapped at his lips and chin, which were still shiny with my juices. Looking down, I saw that once more, his big hands were clenched into fists as though he was holding himself back by sheer force of will from claiming me the way I so desperately needed to be claimed.

  Tasting my own secret flavor on his mouth was almost more than I could stand. I nearly impaled myself on him right then and there but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to get the reaction I wanted out of him. Instead, I contented myself with rubbing against him, letting the broad head of his cock part my pussy lips and stroke against my wet, open folds without quite penetrating me.

  Kristoff groaned low in his throat, looking down to see the erotic sight of his shaft parting me and slipping into my open pussy.

  “Gods, my Lady…you’re driving me insane.” His voice was a lustful growl. “Come down on me—fill yourself with me and use me until you come on my shaft.”

  “And if I do?” I said, rubbing the broad head of his cock directly over my aching clit. “What happens then? I get to come but you don’t?”

  He closed his eyes briefly, a look of almost pain coming over his face.

  “That is how it must be. I cannot breed you—cannot fill you with my seed. It might form a bond between us.”

  Which was why he had to be so still while I rubbed myself against him, I suddenly understood. If he allowed himself to move, even a little bit, his animalistic instinct to claim and bond me to him would take over.

  That was exactly what I wanted.

  “Kristoff,” I murmured in his ear, still rubbing against him. “Don’t you want to come inside me? Don’t you want to make me yours?”

  “You know I do.” His eyes blazed. “But it’s blasphemy. Even what we’re doing now is walking close to the line of sacrilege.”

  “Who says it’s blasphemy or sacrilege for us to be together just because I supposedly have Royal blood and you don’t?” I argued softly. “The Council? Who cares what they think anymore? I didn’t grow up thinking I was anything special, Kristoff. And I don’t think I am now. I’m just a woman who wants her man. Who wants her man to take her. To breed her.” I pressed against him hard, making him groan as I made my point.

  I thought for sure I’d convinced him but when I looked into his shifting eyes, he shook his head regretfully.

  “I cannot,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Please, my Lady, do not ask this of me.”

  “Call me Charlotte,” I said, frowning at him. “I don’t want to be ‘your Lady’ when you’re making love to me. I just want to be yours.”

  His eyes flashed at my challenge and I felt him surge against me, his cock swelling against my clit. He was close to that edge—I knew it. The line he didn’t want to cross…except I knew that deep down, he really did want to cross it. I just had to show him how.

  I leaned forward and kissed him again, darting my tongue into his mouth and threading my fingers into his thick, blue-black hair to pull him close. I rubbed my open pussy against him hard, letting my wetness envelope him completely.

  This time, Kristoff kissed me back. His tongue met mine, stroking and seeking and his big hands came up to cup and knead my ass, pulling me even closer. When I finally came up for air, there was a wild look in his eyes and I knew I was close to getting through to him.

  I got off his lap and crawled sinuously over to the silvery fur rug that was placed before the fireplace. The fire had burned down some now but I could still see myself in the three-panel viewer placed to one side of it. I supposed it was something the Empress could use to check her appearance before she went out on matters of State. Tonight it would serve a different purpose.

  I positioned myself on my hands and knees and spread my thighs, opening my pussy for him wantonly. In the viewer I saw a blonde girl with over generous curves doing the same, her hair was tousled and her eyes were filled with firelight and need. Her breasts hung down like ripe fruit, her nipples dark and full with desire, almost brushing the soft fur of the rug.

  I couldn’t believe how eagerly, how shamelessly she offered herself. No—how shamelessly I offered myself. But the need was in me—on me—riding me mercilessly, urging me to give myself to the man I loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The man I wanted to breed me.

  “Kristoff,” I murmured, looking over my shoulder at him and spreading my thighs a little wider. “Fuck me.”

  “Charlotte,” he grated in a deep, agonized voice. “Don’t do this—you don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I do.” Lowering myself, I raised my ass higher in the air, spreading my thighs so that my pussy spread too, opening to show him my aching clit, inviting him in. “Fuck me,” I repeated. “Breed me.”

  An animalistic growl broke from Kristoff’s throat—the sound of a man who has been pushed too far—pushed to the breaking point.

  “As my Lady wishes,” he snarled and then he was behind me, his huge frame looming over mine, overwhelming me with his sheer, muscular bulk.