Semua Bab Princess and her four Princes : Bab 61 - Bab 70

~Bethany~Suddenly, Jayan is dragging down my pants.He falls to his knees at the end of the bed, and I almost jump out of my skin when his face presses against my soaked panties.He moans and kisses me through the fabric, nuzzling my thighs open wider. “Fuck, baby. I need to see the hot little cunt I get to spoil for the rest of my life. I’ll be so fucking good for your sweet pussy.”Ohmygods! His loud mouth is an all-rounder.“Sweater,” Asad commands Olyon, and they’re working together to shuck the oversized cotton sweater off my upper half.The air in the room is crisp against my fairly exposed skin. Olyon tugs at the folded button of my dress. Pulling it slightly up to my stomach, and Asad runs his fingers around my waistline, making me moan pitifully.But he suddenly stops moving his fingers at a particular spot while his red gaze meets mine.Fuck, I've messed up big time.I know what his fingers are tracing. It's my godsdamn mate mark, and that is not all. The stupid mark must b

~Bethany~  I hum, still not fully recovered. “Thank you.” Jayan laughs quietly and maneuvers me on the bed until I’m cradled against his chest. He’s still fully clothed. They all are, except Asad’s lack of pants. He slips into the attached bathroom, where I hear water running briefly. But even though I feel the massive erection he’s sporting, Jayan doesn’t try to rock against me or press me for more. He just nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck with an infinitely pleased groan, kissing the spot dragon shifters mark their mates. “You’re not about to cast a limp spell on me, right?” he teases. “You gave me my first orgasm, so your ass is safe. For now,” I murmur, more relaxed than I’ve felt in…I don’t even know how long.&nbs

~Mosley~“Bet?” Bethany asks.Her voice is quiet. She suspects it. All it takes is assuming a dry tone that would make anyone feel stupid.“Yes, the bet about who would fuck you first. We thought getting you in bed would be a challenge, but here we are. One day of fawning over you, and it opened you right up. Now that it’s done, we just have to decide who won the bet.”Every word out of my mouth tastes like sawdust.Unable to bear it anymore, I turn back and see pain on Bethany’s face. Just briefly.She hides it so fast under the blank, unmoving expression she’s perfected, but I still saw it, and it’s fucking agony to know she’s hiding her emotions from me right now.I thought this was the best tactic. Coming clean about the bet and trying to create distance any way I could.But seeing that brief agony on her face is a thousand times worse than I expected, and I choke.“I take it back, Bethany. I’m an asshole, I'm so sorry-”“Stop talking.”She turns and begins to walk out, but it fee

~Bethany~  The underground ‘Were’ den pulses with light that hurts my eyes and music so deep it rattles my skull. I slip through the throng of humans grinding on one another, carefully avoiding contact with anyone as I keep my focus trained on the dark doorway with an ‘Exclusive’ tag on it. These humans obviously don’t care that they are in an underground club that belongs to a wolf shifter who dabbles in several illicit dealings. When I reach the door, a large human bouncer steps in front of me, folding his arms in a futile attempt to appear more menacing. He glances over my oversized clothes and expressionless face and snorts. “Daddy's little girl, out to get filthy?”No response. Then he asks again, “No smile? Very well then, you can try flashing me your little tits. If they&rs

~Bethany~  Jobalt blinks and then throws his head back in a sharp, resounding cackle. “Wow, sorry. That was insensitive of me. But really, you look like you just went through some shit. What’s got your cute ass drying out? Wanna talk about it, Venenum?” As if I would confide in a demon. Changing the subject, I ask flatly, “How are you?” He blinks several times. “What?” I would be shocked too if I were him. “How do you do, Jobalt?” The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier. Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I kn