Waking His Princess: A Sleeping Beauty Romance: Filthy Fairy Tales, #2

By Parker Grey

"I've never had an orgasm, okay?"

 

It's the last thing I thought I'd hear from my best friend's little sister. Princess Aurora is sweet, innocent, untouched, and totally pure - I never thought I'd hear her say the word orgasm at all.

 

Now that I have, I can't think about anything else. I've had dozens of women, but every time I close my eyes I imagine what Aurora would look like underneath me, biting her lip and gasping for breath.

 

What she'd look like naked, face flushed with pleasure.

 

What she'd look like as she screamed my name, nails dragging down my back.

 

Her older brother is my best friend. If he found me sneaking around with his little sister, he'd kill me - maybe literally. We can't get caught... but she's a drug, an addiction, and I can't stay away.

 

There's a story that Aurora was cursed by a witch when she was a baby - that she'd prick her finger and fall asleep, but I can tell you that's not gonna happen.

 

Instead, my prick is gonna wake her up.

 

Waking His Princess is a super-steamy fairy tale with an alpha prince, a virgin princess, and plenty of instalove, where everyone lives happily ever after!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Complicated Octopus Press
• Release date: Oct 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781957049106

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

AURORA

A ll right! the voice says over the PA system in the news studio. Let’s take a fifteen-minute break, and when we get back we’ll bring Stefan out for a few minutes and show him off.

The overhead lights come up and the bright lights go down. I lean forward on the couch.

These are wireless, right? I can just go, I don’t need to be unhooked?

Riviera St. James, the kingdom’s foremost news anchor and interviewer, smiles her giant smile at me.

You’re all set, sweetheart, she says. Just be back in fifteen.

I stand, carefully smoothing out my official-yet-fashionable skirt suit. Next to me, my cousin Bianca also stands from the couch, and we head off the interview set, our heels clicking on tile.

I’m glad that’s over, she says, laughter in her voice. I’m running out of ways to say ‘I think it’s cool that Grayson and Ella had a baby.’

Tell me about it, I say, keeping my voice down. I mean, I’m as excited as anyone, and Stefan’s really cute, but he’s three months old. There’s just not that much to say yet. He can barely smile at me.

Right? Let me know when he’s solving theoretical physics problems, Bianca says.

"Well, he is Grayson’s kid, I point out, ragging a little on my big brother. He’s a little more likely to go into biology so he can figure out how to drink all he wants and never get a hangover."

Bianca just grins, then pushes open the door to the ladies’ bathroom. Since we’re at the kingdom’s main TV station, there’s a whole counter lined with mirrors and no sinks, just for checking out makeup.

Which is exactly what we’re here to do, because even though I’ve been doing this my whole life, being the princess of Naralta, television makeup still gets applied with a trowel. I think it’s an inch thick. If I move my face too much, it might crack, even though I know it’ll look normal on camera.

Does this blush look weird on me, or is it the lights? Bianca asks, eyeing the overheads in the bathroom.

I study her face in the mirror. She’s only six months older than me, and she practically grew up in the palace, so we’re more like sisters than cousins.

I think it’s the lights in here, I say slowly.

Why do they put fluorescents in the bathroom at a television station? she asks, turning her face left and right. "They must know that everyone’s going to come in here, pee, and then think oh my God, I look like the living dead."

You don’t look like the living dead, I say, leaning in toward my own reflection. They put fake eyelashes on me, and I’m constantly convinced that they’re falling off, even when they’re not. Not that much, at least.

How about a zombie in the throes of orgasm?

I stop messing with my eyelash for a moment, just long enough to give Bianca a weird look.

This shade of blush is called ‘orgasm,’ she explains. My makeup lady was pretty scandalized by it.

I don’t think I know what an orgasming zombie looks like, I say casually.

Which part, the orgasm or the zombie?

Either, I say distractedly, poking at my eyelash again, even though I know poking it will only make it come free faster.

Now Bianca’s giving me a weird look.

You just mean on me, not, like, in general, right? she asks, her voice suddenly hushed.

I stop poking my eyelash.

What are we talking about? I whisper. Is this about zombies?

It’s about orgasms! she stage-whispers.

I turn pink immediately, staring at Bianca, wondering why we’re suddenly talking about orgasms while we’re on the kingdom’s equivalent of Good Morning, America to talk about how cute my nephew is.

"What about them?"

Aurora, she says, her voice still hushed, her face deadly serious. You’ve had an orgasm before, right?

I turn an even brighter shade of pink. Bianca’s thrown me for a loop, because I have no clue how we got from this lighting is terrible to Aurora’s never had an orgasm.

Which, no, I haven’t, okay? It’s complicated, and right now is very much neither the time nor the place to get into it.

Can we go back to talking about the terrible lighting? I ask.

Her eyes just widen, her fake lashes brushing her eyebrows.

"No, she hisses. Aurora. Are you serious? Never?"

Come on.

Seriously.

I roll my eyes, but Bianca frowns and looks at the counter.

Then she grabs my phone, hiding it behind her back and stepping away.

Hey! I yelp.

Tell me.

Give me my phone back.

Tell me! I can help you.

I wrinkle my nose, and she rolls her eyes.

"Not like that, you perv, we’re cousins, she says. But if you need toy recommendations or something, I..."

I lunge for the phone, but she darts away.

Say it.

It’s nearly time to get back to the studio, and it’s not like Bianca hasn’t already guessed. I just want this stupid game over with.

Fine, I say. I’ve never had an orgasm. Happy?

She hands me the phone, and I snatch it back.

"Of course I’m not happy, she says. But at least now I can help you. Have you tried? Like, with your hands? Do you have a vibrator?"

I’m so red I could be mistaken for a tomato, and I shove my phone into my purse, tuning out Bianca’s questions.

It doesn’t really bother that I’ve never had an orgasm. I’m a virgin too, obviously — I’m the princess of Naralta, so of course my precious hymen has been guarded for my whole life. Hell, so is Bianca, no matter how many toys she has.

Sex just... doesn’t interest me that much. I know about it, sure. I’m well aware of how to get myself off, and even though I’ve given it a shot once or twice, I never managed to follow through.

I always get distracted by something that holds my interest a little more, you know? Like thinking about how to perfect my brioche recipe, or what I’m going to do with the fifteen bushels of apples that just showed up in the palace kitchens.

No, I don’t have a—

Suddenly, the door to the women’s powder room bursts open, and Bianca and I whirl around.

My brother Grayson is standing there, hair all mussed and out of place, looking very much of the wrong gender and like he just sprinted here.

What? I ask, baffled.

Aurora, your mic is still on, he says.

I look down at the short black wire protruding from my collar.

This? I ask, still not processing the problem.

Grayson just nods, looking very serious.

Everyone in the studio can hear everything you’re saying, he goes on.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Shit.

Everyone I know — my parents, my sister-in-law and brother, my brother’s hot friends — just heard me tell Bianca I’ve never had an orgasm.

My mother. My father.

Declan. Declan who just started treating me like something besides the bratty kid he remembers. Declan who’s very hot and very, very experienced, who I know I didn’t have a chance with anyway, thanks to my brother, but who I wanted to think I was a grownup.

Now he knows that no matter how much I act like I’m all grown up, I’m totally, completely, and utterly inexperienced. Not that it matters, given how tame my fantasies about him are — they’re all about ice skating and holding hands, not...

...well, not other stuff. Clearly.

I grab the mic, rip it off my shirt, and throw it away in horror as Grayson and Bianca watch.

I’m sorry, Bianca whispers, but I just shake my head. She had no idea. Aurora, really—

It’s fine, I say, shaking my head. I walk toward Grayson, suddenly just wanting to leave. Let’s get this over with, okay?

She nods mutely, then follows me from the powder room.

CHAPTER TWO

DECLAN

S omeone should go tell her before she says something embarrassing, Ella says. She’s holding her and Grayson’s three-month-old son, Stefan, rocking him gently back and forth.

Eh, she’s on again in a few, Grayson says, drinking water from one of the TV station’s tiny dixie cups. They’re just talking about makeup or whatever, who cares?

Still, Ella says. You know how your sister is.

For a moment, no one responds, and at the exact same time, the whole studio hushes for just a second.

It’s exactly the wrong second.

Fine, Aurora’s voice says suddenly.

She’s coming through the speakers, and with the sudden silence, everyone standing around the studio can hear her perfectly.

I’ve never had an orgasm. Happy?

Now it’s dead silent. Everyone in the TV studio — Riviera St. James, her assistant, the producers, the camera guys, Ella and Grayson and me — just look at each other, wide-eyed, because we’re one hundred percent sure we shouldn’t have heard that.

Suddenly, everyone unfreezes, the level of hubbub rising again. Grayson turns white and takes off like a shot. Ella just stares at me, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, probably mortified for Aurora.

I just stand there in shock. Partly because I can’t believe that she just said that over the PA system, and partly because I can’t believe what she just said.

And partly because just hearing Grayson’s sweet little sister say the word orgasm made all the blood rush to my dick, because instantly I’m thinking of every single way I’d like to remedy her situation.

Never? I think. Aurora?

I can barely fucking believe it. I know she’s a virgin, of course — she’s the princess of Naralta, and anyone who wanted to pop that cherry would have to get through her protective older brother Grayson first — but she’s funny. She’s sassy. She’s self-assured and doesn’t take shit from anyone, and I just assumed that as an adult woman, she’d had an orgasm.

At least with herself. Doesn’t everyone get themselves off when they’re a teenager? God knows I did, and I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve taken a girl home and gotten a show.

Hell, they’re usually eager to show it off for me. I’ve had a long dry spell since I’ve been at the palace in Naralta — two weeks now, Jesus — but the night before I left, the girl I fucked in the VIP lounge of a nightclub couldn’t wait to rub her clit for me.

Poor Aurora, Ella says, still standing in front of her, rocking her infant son back and forth. "Now she’s gonna be embarrassed, and you know there’s going to be a ton of pervs just lining up, offering to give her her first orgasm like creeps."

I swallow, hard, and Ella’s eyes bore into me as I try to act like I wasn’t just thinking exactly that, because I’m fucking good at making women come. If she’s not screaming my name by the time we’re done, I don’t consider the encounter successful.

And Aurora. God, now I’m imagining her in that position — leaning back on a pile of pillows on my bed, skirt riding up. One of her hands sliding up her thigh as she bites her lip, reveals her sweet pink pussy with no panties on...

Right? Ella asks, giving me a hard look.

Right, I agree, shoving both my hands into my pockets. My dick is now at full mast, and I look away, trying desperately to think of anything besides my tongue inside Aurora’s pussy as she