Page 108 of Hateful Prince

“Hades,” she moaned, reaching for me and scoring her nails down my back as my pelvis ground against her needy clit.

I rocked into her, giving her the friction she needed even though I knew every thrust brought me closer to the release I had been edging closer to since this started.

“Come with me, please. I want to feel you spilling inside me.”

“Fuck, baby doll. Fuuuck.” I turned into a grunting, spasming demon atop her, thrusting hard and fast as my orgasm hit me.

She pulsed around me, milking me for all I was worth as I gave her every last drop of my seed. She could have it all whenever she fucking wanted it. I was hers. Body and soul.

I brushed some sweaty hair off her forehead so I could press my lips against her damp skin.

“Love you,” she breathed into my chest, filling me up with joy I hadn’t felt in... centuries.

“I love you too,” I admitted, my voice tight.

“What? That’s it?” Caspian asked, my shadows having disappeared while I’d been distracted by my release. “Was he trying to set a land speed record or something? Are we supposed to be impressed? Oof, I think you broke my sternum,” he wheezed.

I turned my head in time to see Tor pulling his elbow back. “You’re lucky you still have your tongue.”

“What now?” Dahlia asked, eyes already drooping with sleep.

“Now you rest up and get ready for round two,” I answered.

“Round twenty-two, you mean,” she said with a sleepy smile.

Tor approached the bed first, his hand pressed to the headboard, and as I watched, the entire thing increased in size, becoming something all of us could fit on.

“Now we sleep. All of us together,” he said.

“As it should be,” Kai added.

Dahlia snuggled in as her other three men joined us. Tor on her left, me on her right, Kai with his arms wrapped around her hips and his head resting on her lower belly. And then Cas, at her feet, where bad dogs belonged.

Session Transcript: December 21st

Dr. Masterson: This is Dr. Elizabeth Masterson. It is December 21st, and the time is 9:07 a.m. This is a recorded session with Malakai Nash.

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Kai: *Exhausted sigh* Do we really have to do this so ungodly early?

Dr. Masterson: I’m afraid so, Kai. We’re already... seven minutes behind schedule, and my diary is full for the day. Last-minute appointments before the gala. Everyone is cramming them in prior to the festivities.

Kai: Very well, let’s get this over with so I can get back tae my mate.

Dr. Masterson: Tell me how things are going with Dahlia.

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Kai: Fine.

Dr. Masterson: Just fine?

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Kai: I don’t want to talk about her. She’s mine.

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