The Prince's Trust

Royal Comforts [M]

Mature from the offset, picks up from last chapter... How does Time go so fast?! 🥹

Congrats for Ant and Dec's NTA win last night!! So proud of the boys 🥰

Idk if this first bit makes any sense but let me know in the comments ❤️

Ant's PoV

"Being a prostitute has never seemed quite so appealing." I found myself moaning shamelessly that night— further proof of how far I'd fallen for the southern Prince. My teeth grazed against the most vulnerable vein in his neck, driven feral by his hands tugging on my jet black hair. Every way he touched me was heaven and I loved how he seemed to enjoy aimlessly playing with my hair just as much as I enjoyed the sensation of it.

"Perhaps I should change tactics," He breathed, "take you as my hostage and when the war is won, just never give you back."

I clenched my uninjured fist in the bed linen, trying with all my might not to bite too hard and mark him where everyone could see.

Fuck, in another world perhaps, I thought, the memory fading, switching to a fantasy. He'd be on my arm in front of both kingdoms, every inch of his land and domain laid out before him but he'd only have eyes for me. Staring up at me with the Donnelly's signature sparkling emerald iris's.

Back in the present, I was sat at the end of my bed alone, my hands gripping the worn scarf Declan would wear around his neck, which he'd forgotten to put on in his rush. We'd not slept at all the previous night, both our minds encouraging us to sleep but our bodies so easily stirred. As innocent and soft as the young Prince seemed on the outside, he was insatiable, one touch could set him off and his greedy little whimpers continue to edge me on until I had him trapped beneath me again.

I smiled at the memory, after our second time that night he didn't need any prep, I'd kissed him lovingly, he'd stroked my cheek, complaining against my lips that I was always too gentle with him.

The pictures got a little hazy from there on, everything was a blur of passion. To jog my memory, I lifted his bandana to my nose again, breathing in his scent, closing my eyes to mimic how I pressed my face into his neck to muffle my groans when I pushed inside him, Declan was finally learning to keep quiet when people could listen in. His moans were silent but he'd learned to portray his pleasure using his grip on my shoulder blades. It wasn't something I had encouraged, this was instinctive. Not that I minded, the pain mixed with the pleasure of his tight body squeezing around me was euphoric but it also kept me present. In tune to his thoughts, feelings and his satisfaction.

And judging by the fiery red scratch marks covering all down my back, sides and arse I'd confidently say he was pretty damn satisfied in my care. The heat between my legs relit remembering how he looked when he came, how I'd have to kiss him hard every-time he'd orgasm, from fear he may wake the entire Army camped outside.

A forced cough dragged me from my daydream much to my anger and with a look of disscontempt, I lifted my nose from Declan's neck scarf, pushing the clothing into my boot as Robbie spoke from the doorway. "It's done your majesty." 

"Arite Rob. Are we ready?"

"Would there be time to fix it if we weren't?"

My eyes flickered to the position of the sun. "Guess not. Give me some good news then."

"If there's something criminals can do well it's run from kings men. So the outlaw army have managed to disperse. Very effectively. Doubt we'll ever see them again tho."