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With a sigh, I rolled towards her, curling my body around hers. Then, with a diligence I had always known myself capable of and a tenderness I hadn’t, I began to pull the pins out one by one.

CHAPTER 13

LUNA

Iwoke feeling so cozy it took me a while to even figure out I was awake. This definitely wasn’t the thin shuttle HeatPro blanket I was used to. This one was heavy, luxurious, and soft. I’d somehow managed to get myself all wrapped up in a Luna blankie burrito, and I didn’t have any desire to try to extricate myself just yet.

With my eyes closed, I soaked up the sensations. Warm sunlight hitting my face. The tangly tickle of my hair against my cheeks and neck.

Hold on…

Hair?

When did I take my hair down?

With a strangled gasp, I sat up, the events of last night coming back to me in a dreamy, scene-by-scene rush. Oh, God. There was my dress abandoned in a heap just where I’d left it last night.

Right before…

Right before my gigantic, glowering, prickly prince of a husband gave me the orgasm of my life. The place between my legs gave an achy throb at the memory.Pretty, he’d called me.

And then he’d told me to lock my legs around his head and ride his face.

He’d seemed to enjoy it, too. The man had eaten me out like my pussy was saving his goddamn life.

And then, after, he’d…

He’d what?

My face puckered in confusion, which only deepened when I looked to the side and saw all the hair pins that had been holding up my hairdo tossed willy nilly all over a shiny, carved wooden bedside table. The pins were beautiful, ornate engraved metal. They were probably the most expensive thing that had ever touched my body. No matter how tired or blissed-out I was from Prince Gal’s tongue, I would have placed them down with more care than that.

Prince Gal took them out?

I had absolutely no recollection of that. I couldn’t remember anything beyond the spine-shattering explosion of coming against his vigorous, greedy mouth, and then collapsing boneless back against the bed, and…

Did I fucking fall asleep?!

Every shred of evidence so far seemed to point that way. I groaned, drawing up my blanket-encased knees, putting my elbows atop them, then burying my face in my hands.

Great job, Luna. Primo wife you are. Getting off and then immediately falling asleep before your new partner gets to finish.

It was completely unlike me. I’d been nervous last night and kind of happy for Prince Gal to take the lead, but I’d always prided myself on being a conscientious and generous partner when I did have sex. If anything, I would have bet on Prince Gal as being the selfish one in bed.

Seemed like the total opposite was true.

I raised my face for a moment just to make entirely sure that Prince Gal wasn’t still somewhere in the room. I couldn’t blame him for not being here. His new wife had gotten her jollies off and then promptly checked out of the situation, leaving him hard and hanging. Plus, he was a prince. He probably had royal duties that he had to attend to. It seemed that way to me, at least. He didn’t give me the impression of a playboy prince who swanned around doing nothing all day.

I’d learn more about him soon. I found myself excited at the prospect. I’d come into this situation not knowing what to expect but promising myself I’d make it work, even if things weren’t exactly ideal. But after last night, after experiencing the pure, almost blood-thirsty way Prince Gal seemed to want me already, I felt a ticklish elation rise from my belly to my chest. It was a familiar feeling, though it hadn’t visited in a while. It was the giddy high of having a brand-new crush on somebody.

The feeling in my belly tightened when I acknowledged that the crush might be going both ways. It really didn’t seem like last night had been a chore for Prince Gal to create his heir. The amount of time he spent on me, the way he grunted and groaned in pleasure while he did it, added to that conclusion. He hadn’t even woken me up and insisted I finish out my wifely, high princess duties of the night. No, apparently he’d instead pulled out all my hairpins and wrapped me up in a blanket.

I tried to picture it – his brutal face carved with irritation even as he carefully pulled out every pin. As he took care of me.

Was he hard when he did it? Or did he take care of himself first?

God, I could have kicked myself for falling asleep partway through. Hard. In the shin. Both shins.

I’d find him and apologize and see if we could resume things again today.