Royalty Honey For Him And Her Novels & Stories

"I know she's your daughter, but I need to let off steam. And what the hell happened to your beard and hair?" "Your damn she-wolf," I say with a hiccup. "If you think you have problems, you're wrong. I have problems. I'm mated to a witch who leaves me every chance she gets." I hand Honey the jug and watch him swallow a healthy dose. It's about time the pussy-whipped bear grew a set. "I don't understand that woman." Honey chugs more of the moonshine. "For once we agree on something. I don't understand any woman."

I couldn't let him and Nina see each other, so I hurriedly ended the call. When I didn't answer him, he assumed I was still mad at him. So, he placed a jar of acacia honey beside me. "I flew all the way to Southlake to get this for you," he said. "Don't be mad anymore, okay? I heard it's good for your skin." I stared at the jar of honey, but ironically, all I tasted was bitterness. At the hospital earlier that day, Summer had held ten jars of that same honey in her arms, looking both surprised and delighted. "Malcolm, I only mentioned it once. You actually flew all the way there to buy these for me?"

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

Doesn’t his mom know the importance of a mate? A ruler without a mate was like a kingdom ready to be taken over by others. He had sworn that if his mate belongs to the enemies side, he would still accept her no matter what. More than that, he could even make an alliance with them. He had long heard that a mate would accept each other's flaws and become each other's strength. He long for a mate who could understand him and his unique nature. A mate who will stay forever with him because of love and not because of fame, wealth and power.

He told Conrad and Olivia that what they had just smelled is a mixture of lavender, lemon, and one more component that is sweet, but he couldn’t distinguish it. Chef Austin told that group that their work made him imagine himself in a garden full of lemons, lavender, and freshly harvested honey from a beehive. Alfred was surprised that they would use honey in their loaf. He knew that using honey in the loaf would be challenging and risky. Considering the consistency of the honey itself. Chef Austin then gave them a perfect score, and everyone in the room was left astonished. Everyone just stood in their places after seeing a group receiving a perfect score. Conrad looks at the student and th

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Rich and warm and tasting like herbs and something else I couldn't identify. "What's in this?" I asked between bites. "Royal werewolf secret recipe. Passed down through generations. Guaranteed to restore bloodline power and general health." "Did you make that up?" "Maybe. But it works, doesn't it? You look better already." "I look the same." "No, you've got more color. See? Food is medicine. Tell that to Caius and his fancy runes." "His runes helped too." Zane's spoon paused halfway to my mouth. "You're defending him?"

Mumba added. Whoever beheads a king becomes their king. Although you gave over the throne to the queen, you remain their King, and the queen serves them on your behalf, and you must marry the queen whether you like it. That is how they have always done things. Hahaha, we left with a smile on my face. We delivered the honey to my flat, where I poured it all into a glass basin. In the honey, there were a lot of bees. I tried to remove all the bees one by one and free them from the honey so that they might return and generate more honey for us to consume.

He thrust one last time and as he reached the peak of his pleasure, I felt a hot liquid land on my tongue and his manhood throbbing as he released all inside me. He gently pulled out his manhood from my mouth and ordered, "Swallow it!" And I did. Then he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me letting me know I knew that I had done something right although my taste buds were not agreeing with him. As I swallowed his release, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and fear of not knowing what I just ingested into my system. Was it good or bad? "Royal," he said slowly, "I have a proposition for you. One that could change your life forever. If you agree, you would not have to worry about being

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.