Miles

When Katrina walked out of the fitting room, I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over her leisurely, my pants tightening against me as I took in the sight. She was absolutely stunning. Somehow in the short amount of time she'd been in there, she'd managed to change her entire out, french braid her hair, and apply a few light touches of makeup.

"Do you like?" She asks, spinning around in her heels, her sundress whipping up around her, flashing her tiny white lacy thong.

This time I couldn't help but let out a growl as I stalked toward her. "Are you hungry?" I ask, towering over her.

"I could eat." She replies breathlessly.

It's the only answer I need as I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk us back into the fitting room. When the door shuts around us, my cock is already out of my pants, and her panties are pushed off to the side. I have her shoved up against the mirror, so I can use one hand to hold her up while my other hand reaches between her legs to check and see if she's ready for me. She's a soaking, naughty girl.

"Your dripping, Kitten," I whisper into her ear.

"Only for you, Miles." She replies, her breath hitching as I stroke her clit with my thumb.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I state, running my tip along her folds, coating my cock in her juices before I poise myself at her entrance.

"Please." She moans.

As I plunge into her, I bring myself up, my hands going to the collar of her dress, my passion driving me to expose her tits so I can take them into my mouth.

"Wait." She whispers huskily, causing me to pause my strokes.

Her hands leave my shoulders as she brings them up to hers, pushing the straps down on her dress and popping her breasts out of her bra. "I didn't want you to rip my dress." She states, "You can continue now."

I can't help but chuckle at her antics as I start to move my hips once more, slowly pushing into her, my strokes long, causing her to whimper for me. It doesn't take long before I'm plunging hard and fast into her. Katrina cries out, and my hand shoots away from the breast I was fondling and covers her mouth, causing her channel to tighten up against me.

"Your moans are for my ears and my ears alone," I growl, taking her nipple into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth.

It doesn't take long before I have her quivering and shaking in my arms, her orgasm fast approaching. "Cum for me, Katrina," I growl against her nipple, sending vibrations to the sensitive bud.

Her scream is barely muffled by hands as she coats my cock in her juices, her channel squeezing tightly against me, milking me, causing me to orgasm along with her. Once I'm sure her legs are no longer shaking, I pull out of her, setting her down gently on the ground, only releasing her once I'm sure she's found her footing. I turn to the counter behind me and grab a few tissues as I lower myself to the ground so I can clean her up. I can't help but finger her sopping cunt and draw one more orgasm out of her before I clean her up and cover her with her panties once more.

"Did I satisfy your hunger?" I ask, smiling at my mate, whose face is flushed with satisfaction.

"My thirst has definitely been quenched," She replies, "But I could use some actual food to fill me." She laughs.

I'd give anything to see that smile and hear laughter 24/7. My mate deserves to be happy, and I'm more determined than ever to rid the kingdoms of her enemies so I can keep her this way forever.

As we exit the fitting room, Cupid stands just outside, holding two garment bags. "Here's your outfit, Miles." He states, waggling his eyebrows at me, a knowing smile on his face, "and here's the other outfit you wanted."

I grab my bag from Cupid and tell Katrina I'll be right back before I head into the changing room and swap out of my casual wear from a pair of dark faded jeans and a black button-up shirt. I use some of the gel provided for the customers on my hair, pushing my short cropped locks back in the way I know Katrina likes before pushing up my sleeves and heading out of the changing room. Katrina and Cupid are standing just outside the door, talking about the academy and Katrina's classes. When Cupid asks Katrina who her favorite professor is and I catch her blushing, I interrupt their conversation, advising Cupid to send the clothing to the academy before bidding him goodbye and walking Katrina back to the car.

"Thank you, Miles." Katrina smiles, "That was so much fun."

"Which part?" I ask jokingly, "The clothes or the sex?"

"Well, if I have to choose, definitely the clothes." She mocks, causing me to chuckle.

The rest of the drive, we sit together quietly, listening to the tunes on Katrina's Bluetooth through the radio, enjoying each other's company. It feels so natural, cruising the streets with her hand in mine. It feels like something I've been doing my entire life, and it's hard to envision driving around without her in the car, even though this is the first time she's been conscious in the car with me. It doesn't take us long to reach the restaurant, and when I pull up to the valet, I can see Katrina oohing and ahhing internally. It's easy to forget she wasn't born into this lifestyle. She holds herself so high; it's like she's been raised in high society.

"Prince Miles," The valet bows taking my keys, "Lady Katrina," He bows once more, addressing my mate.

"Oh, I'm not a lady." She states, shaking her hands in front of her, trying to get the valet to stop.

"You most definitely are my lady, and soon you'll be our Queen." The valet replies, bowing deeply again before sliding into my driver's side and pulling the Camaro 'round back.

"Careful, Kitten," I tease, "we don't want that going to your head."

Katrina trips, flabbergasted by my comment, "I would never! I don't even want to be Qu.e..."

I kiss her, muffling her sentence. Divine beings frequent this restaurant, and if someone heard Katrina talk about not wanting the throne, they could use it against our political uprising. Our better world would be ripped out of our hands before we could even taste the fresh air.

"Miles," she whines, annoyed by my antics.

"Careful what you say, Kitten." I whisper into her ear, under the pretense that I am nuzzling her, so no one gets suspicious, "There are eyes and ears everywhere here; we wouldn't want your unwanted being used against you."

"Oh." Katrina remarks clasping her hands over her mouth, her antics causing me to chuckle as I pull away, making it easier for our young couple in love scenario to be believed.

"Heir Apparent Miles, Princess Katrina, welcome." The hostess greets us as we make our way to the red velvet area in the restaurant, an exclusive part for high society members only.

"I'm a Princess now," Katrina squeaked, " I just wrapped my head around being a Lady."

"Well, you are married...err...sorry, mated to the heirs to the four kingdoms. And you should be used to being called Princess by now. It's been Aphelion's name for you since the day we met."

The hostess is smiling as she watches us, but it's a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes; if I had to guess, she isn't a support of the kingdoms uniting. "Do you want to sit on the deck, the balcony, or the main floor?" She asks, somehow managing to hide her blatant irritation and kudos to her; she's definitely made for a customer service career.

"Ooo, can we sit on the deck?" Katrina asks excitedly, "I could hear the ocean waves crashing when we parked the car, and I'd love to watch the waves and capture that fresh sea air,"

"As you wish, Princess," the hostess replies, unable to keep the snark from her tone as she grabs two menus and walks Katrina and me to our gazebo out on the deck,

Katrina shoots lasers at the hostess, making me wonder if she'd felt the negative energy wafting off the woman, but she says nothing, instead just turning to look out at the ocean, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she takes in the scene before us.

"Absolutely beautiful," I whisper in her ear, something that was quickly becoming my favorite way to talk to her. I love how whenever I whisper to her, her arms goosebumped when my lips brush up against her ear and how she subconsciously leans into me whenever I'm near.

"It's a vision," She replies, turning her head to smile at me, slipping her heels off with easy, "Catch me!" She yells before sprinting out toward the ocean.

Customers aren't supposed to actually go to the beach, but to hell with that. Their wants don't matter to me. Sometimes being a Prince has its perks, and not having to obey every rule and regulation put in place for general society.