His Princess Read Online Alexa Riley (The Princess #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Princess Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
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“What time is it?” I growl, and make another pass along my pacing route.

“It’s exactly fifteen seconds after you asked me the last time.” He rubs his face like he thinks I’m being ridiculous.

“You think you’d be so calm if the sister was the one coming down the aisle to you?” I challenge.

“Tabby would never make me lose control like that.”

I can’t believe he was able to say the words with a straight face. As soon as they are out of his mouth, he’s laughing.

“Okay, okay. I see your point. Just a few more minutes and the suspense will all be over.”

There’s a knock on my door, and I stop in my tracks as Vlad goes to answer it. He peeks out and then leans back, opening the door and allowing the person to enter.

“Cousin!”

I smile when I see my childhood friend, and as usual he’s taking up almost as much space as I do.

“It’s good to see you, Karim,” I say, giving him a big bear hug.

“It’s a happy day for you, Roman. One I hope to have myself.”

Karim is king over his own country, and soon he’ll choose his own bride. When I think about how we used to throw mud at each other as children, I cannot imagine him getting married. But I’m about to do the same thing. Tension automatically comes flooding back, and Karim notices.

“I’ll leave you and Vlad alone right now. I’m sure you’re anxious to claim your bride.” He gives me a smile and a pat on the back before walking out. Before he does, he turns and laughs. “We’ve got bets to see if you make it to the end of the ceremony before carrying your new bride to the honeymoon tower. Don’t let me down, cousin.”

I growl as the door shuts, and Vlad simply shakes his head.

I pace for a few more moments, and after what seems like an age to me, it’s time. In a traditional ceremony, the bride is presented with both her parents while the groom waits with the officiant. As I wait, I note that a large crowd is present, even though the wedding came at short notice to everyone. But they could all be invisible for how many of them I see. My sole focus is on the doors at the end of the room as I wait for them to open.

It’s maddening torture, but finally the sun beams through them, and I see Alena standing there with her parents on either side of her as she walks to me.

She’s wearing a long dress that covers almost every inch of her skin. Good. I don’t want anyone to see what now belongs to me. The dress has long sleeves and is high around her neck. The soft cream-colored material is molded to her body, showing off her small waist and wide hips. Her chest is small, but her rounded lower half is made to breed heirs. I’ve chosen the best for making me sons.

My cock lengthens at the sight of her, and I want to rip her dress off and sink deep into her. My eyes trail down to the bottom and see her dress flares out, layers of material hiding what’s mine. I could easily tear through that, and the idea makes me smile.

A thin veil lies in front of her face and blocks her eyes from me. I hate it. I go to take a step forward to remove it, but I feel a grip on my arm pulling me back. When I turn, I see Vlad beside me, holding my arm and shaking his head. Goddamn him.

I clench my fists at my side and wait until Alena reaches me. The officiant says a few words I don’t really pay attention to, and finally her family is kissing her cheek and handing her over to me.

Once I’ve got her hand in mine, my pulse slows a little. I want to steal her away from all of this and have her only to myself, but I know I have to wait for the words to be said.

While the officiant speaks, I ignore him and reach out, pulling the veil away from her face and pushing it back behind her. I want to be able to see her eyes when she’s made mine.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, my princess,” I say, touching her cheek.

She blushes a deep shade of red, and I take both of her hands in mine while we wait.

More words are spoken, but I only stare at my princess and think of all the things I will do to her once she’s under me. How will she sound? What will she beg for when I’ve give her more pleasure that she’s ever imagined?

“You may kiss your princess,” I hear the officiant say, and that’s the signal that the ceremony is over.


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