Hah! Been waiting a long time to use that line #stunned Next update is Thursday.
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Hey you, long time no see,” I said, nodding at Gabby as she came to lay next to me. It wasn’t like the shifters, even the females needed to work on their tans. But living in the city I rarely saw so much greenery, let alone had free time to laze in the sun. So, laying out had fast become my new favorite thing. Even if I didn’t trek to the beach, but rather just hung out in the woods. “Oh come on I just … you… Uhm… The other day? Two days, whatever, hasn’t been that long,” she said, waving her hands around. I laughed. “Time flies when you’re screaming,” I said, teasing her. “Oh please! So jealous are you? Don’t even deny it! Well then? You find someone to make you scream yet,” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I sighed and shook my head. I’d kill for some sunglasses out here, it just wasn’t something I thought to bring and shifters didn’t seem to need them. It was quiet for a minute, though I had a million questions to ask her, I didn’t want to bomba
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “So?? I need details! Oh my god, Prince Liam up close and personal? Like no way,” Jenna said, practically gah-gah. I elbowed her and smiled. Two can play at this game princess! “He probably likes ‘em young, why don’t you try for him,” I said, giving her an encouraging face. Jessie immediately began laughing hysterically. She had a full belly kind of laugh, the one that will make you do it too regardless of what’s funny. “Yeah sis! How about it,” she chided, as we both stared at Jenna. “Oh I couldn’t possibly. I mean that would just be…I mean he’s…” she trailed off as I raised my eyebrow. Gotcha! Just then a man came into the vicinity, clearly gunning straight for the twins. I instantly noticed a resemblance, their father? “Girls, there you are! How dare you not answer my mind-links? Meghan is having her first shift, right now, so get your tails back home and be there for your sister. She’s shouting for you both,” he snapped, as both of their faces fell
~Vance's Point of View~ Raging hormones, raging root, her soft body in my arms. I hadn’t had any doubts that she was the one … but kissing her, feeling her in my hands and against my body just solidified everything. She was my other half, my true soulmate. And then … she moaned into my mouth. I nearly lost any semblance of self control, my body needed her, my tiger needed her. My hands roamed her bottom, pissed off about her clothing. Without it, I could be inside her right now. Feeling her from within, caressing her tender flesh with mine. But I knew I had to tread very carefully with this human. She’d made it more than clear she didn’t want to stay here and it was my job to show her why she was wrong. If she somehow got off the island she’d be totally lost to me and it would just destroy me tiger and I both. Against everything my body wanted, I slowed our kiss and pulled back. We were both a panting mess but I knew she was just as into it. But I also knew there were two other
~Daphne’s Point of View~ I felt like I’d barely slept. I wanted to get up and go find Gabby, I needed a good heart to heart with her. It really hadn’t dawned on me that I could come between the brothers and suddenly it was weighing very heavy on me. I sighed and stretched my legs in my soft bed, the scent of the ocean still tingling in my nose. There was no denying how fucking incredible Vance felt, how his hands felt on me. Inside me. How his kisses were perfect. Not too aggressive, but not too soft. He tasted as good as he felt, and it was impossible to stop. If it was that hard for me I couldn’t imagine how it was for him. Were princes ever turned down by a woman? I highly doubted it. They’d probably all think I was nuts for stopping him. Though it was more than obvious he wanted me, the nagging little girl in me that only ever knew rejection still couldn’t believe he was for real. My bed was so warm and cozy, though I was sure it was already 80+ degrees outside, I loved it. I
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Don’t feel bad for us,” Christian whispered, as he stared at me. “His own father… What a bastard,” I said, so annoyed. I knew Liam the least of the triplets yet whether I was with Vance or Christian he seemed to be in my head and in the conversation. Always front and center. “Liam was the first born. That means something to some. Meaning Apollo. It doesn’t mean anything between the three of us and really, Liam doesn’t want it. Only for the purposes of getting our fathers out of power,” he explained. “Be easier to have him whacked,” I said, making a face. He raised his eyebrow. “Sorry. Sometimes I’m too much of a New Yorker,” I said, nodding. “I don’t know what that means,” he said, confused. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder and he pulled me close. They’re never gonna know my world, and that’s kind of depressing. Pretty depressing. I can’t allow myself to think it isn’t my world anymore. Maybe not in the immediate future but I will go back
~Christian’s Point of View~ I’d never put much thought into “pampering” a female, it was certainly not something I’d never seen my fathers do. My mother was lucky if they actually helped butcher the meat they brought home for dinner. In our younger years she did nearly everything on her own. I remember it well. She hadn’t wanted help. But as she had more babies she finally let others in. Royals were supposed to have servants, though she’d never call them that. I knew Daphne would be the same. It was clear she was used to doing it all on her own. I both loved and felt pity for my mother at the same time and I wasn’t at all sure if that’s how my brothers saw her. In some aspects she chose this life but not in others. Not all the males she bred with were like our fathers. Well, for starters they weren’t kings even if the babies they had would be princes or princesses. They weren’t stuck up: they were much more hands on and involved with raising their offspring like they should be. Shift
~Daphne’s Point of View~ I knew damn well when I saw this bed what would happen, I didn’t have the will power to stop it. So now that I’m watching Prince Christian between my legs and I’m on the brink of losing my ever loving mind, I know with absolute certainty I want him. I need more, my body is saying it's been way too damn long and it's not waiting another minute. Christian does this like he’s an absolute professional with his tongue, and I try with all I have to keep my mind from going there. Questioning how many women he’s done this to. He’s told me he wants me and only me. I want to believe it. Right now I choose to. “Ohhh,” I moaned, my hips working in concert with him. He seemed to be obsessed with my ass, he had been holding it since he’d been down there. But then again he spent so long on my boobs I was beginning to think he was trying to milk me. Is using your mouth intensely a shifter thing? Does he have an abnormally thick and long tongue? Obsessed with licking? “Y
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Hmm,” I mumbled, as I leaned into the warmth surrounding my face. Big thick arms tightened around me and I felt more sated and content than I could have ever imagined. Something in my memory tingled, reminding me I was supposed to have a date today with the zebra named Hakim. Shit, I hope he isn’t back at my tent waiting on me. “What time is it,” I groaned, feeling like I could sleep for two days. We’d made use of three condoms and I was sore in places I didn’t remember I had. Blissfully sore. I hadn’t even known I would like getting it from behind as much as I did but he literally was an animal with it. Rough and yet a tender touch with his hands. God I couldn’t get enough. It made me sad to think about going back, it was nice here. Even if when I had to pee I had to move back through the “portal” and pee in the river’s cove. Christian was incredibly amused by how grossed out I was at the whole debacle. “It’s still early morning back home,” he said, th