Page 54 of Their Witch Bride

“And I saw his dick. Only, it was a lot smaller and hairier than I thought it should be. So, I’m wondering if all men are roughly the same. Yours didn’t look the same, but I can’t be sure.”

He stares.

I wait.

He gives a little shake of his head, and then a slight smile curls his lips. “No, men’s dicks are not all the same.”

I gesture to his crotch area. “Because yours looks a lot bigger, although there are blankets in the way, so maybe they give it the impression it’s bigger than it is.”

His nose scrunches up. “No, I assure you, the blanket isn’t giving it any kind of impression. My cock is big. Impressive, even.”

I study him, smiling. “To be fair, I don’t have much to compare it to, so you could just be saying that.”

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer, a wolfish grin on his face. “Believe me, princess, my cock would impress you even if you’d seen a thousand dicks before.”

I laugh. “Good to know.”

He releases me with a long, drawn-out breath and rolls back onto his back. His cock is there, tenting the blanket still, and I wonder how long erections last. Should it have… shrunk by now? Okay, I’m not going to ask him that. I need to ask him something less personal.

“How’d you sleep?”

His expression changes to a frustrated one once more. “It was the worst night of sleep of my life.”

What? Because of me? I’ve often suspected I move around a lot in my sleep, given that the blankets often end up wound up around me, or kicked all over the place, but I’ve also never slept with anyone before, so I couldn’t be sure. If I spent the night kicking and harassing him, I'd feel awful.

I sit up in bed, glad that my nightgown is high in the back, preventing him from seeing the scars on my back. “Really? I’m so sorry. Did I move a lot? I’ve never shared a bed before.” It occurs to me that maybe something else could have been the problem. “Or did I snore?”

He stares at me with his mouth open a little. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. He just stares, then his gaze travels down my body, making me feel like I’m wearing a lot less than I am, like he can see right through my nightgown.

“I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t move.

Leaning back down on the bed, I lay a hand gently on his chest. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be less annoying in bed next time. I know I can be a little wild and maybe a bit loud, so I can try very hard to just lay still and behave.”

His gaze drifts to my lips. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I shift closer, needing him to know that I’m serious about working on this. He’s the only one of the shifter princes who seems to be able to stand me, and that won’t last long if I keep him up at night. “I’m not kidding. I’ll do exactly what you want me to do in bed.”

He leans up, so there’s almost no space between us, and one of his hands digs into the back of my hair. He uses the hand to tilt my neck, and he buries his nose into my throat, inhaling deeply. I feel the shudder that rolls through his body, and I feel hot again. Too hot.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything,” I say.

A groan slips from his lips, and then he’s rolling off the bed. Like a man being chased by angry bees, or just a man trying to escape his unwanted bride, he scoops up his clothes and races for the door, but something makes him freeze. His back goes rigid, and he turns slowly around, sniffing the air.

A low, deep growl vibrates through his chest. His eyes are suddenly ringed by yellow. “Don’t move,” he whispers in a low, angry voice.

Don’t move? Why? My head swings from left to right, trying to find any reason that Prince Rinan is upset, but I see nothing. I’m about to say as much when there’s a flicker of movement by the balcony. My lips part to say something, when a massive furry shape is suddenly there. Its movements are faster than I can follow as it comes leaping on the bed above me.

Claws slash at my body as I twist and turn, trying to escape them as a panicked sob threatens to escape my lips. Pain explodes from my chest as the bear’s claws slice through my flesh. I feel blood coating my skin, and I reach for my magic, not sure what to do, but knowing I have to do something.

Prince Rinan is there in an instant, slamming into the side of the bear and sending it flying off my body. Then, Rinan is on top of the bear, baring his teeth and throwing punches at his face.

When the bear goes to attack, Prince Rinan leaps off of him, several feet away, and shifts into a light-brown wolf. They fight, claws and teeth flashing in the morning light. Growls roll through the room and through my heart, filling me with terror.

Can Prince Rinan defeat the bear? He’s so much smaller.

The bear clamps down on Prince Rinan’s back, and a whimper explodes from the wolf. Prince Rinan claws the bear’s face, and the bear throws the prince across the room. The wolf tries to get up, but stumbles. The bear is on him in an instant, pinning him to the ground.

Reality comes crashing over me. He’s going to kill the prince! I leap from the bed and race to my chest of weapons. Throwing it open, it only takes me a minute before my fingers close around a throwing star. Without thinking twice, I spin around and fling it at the bear, hitting him right in the eye.

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