Page 31 of Princess Broken

Phil grunts. “Since when is life easy?”

“She’s our client,” Crusher says as if it weren’t already obvious. “Plus, she just lost her mate.”

Licking my lips, I nod. Given everything I feel, I’d forgotten that she’s grieving her mate on top of everything else.

“She’s tough,” I say. “Tougher than she looks.” I’ve seen vampires mourning their mates before, some whose lives I’ve taken. “She’s handling it well.”

Flame nods. “Probably still in shock.” He tips his head to the side, clearly trying to focus in on her in the bedroom.

I stretch out and kick his shoe with mine. “Unnecessary eavesdropping goes against the code.”

He shrugs. “I’m not the one with a raging hard on.” He nods toward my lap.

I shift, as if that can hide the evidence of how much I want her. And moving only increases my discomfort.

“Blade.” Crusher nods toward my lap. “Get control of that thing. It’s obvious she feels safest around you. Don’t fuck that up.”

“Fuck that up.” Phil chuckles. “Get it?”

I shake my head at him.

“Game of pool?” Flame asks me.

Standing, I shrug. It’ll pass the time and maybe help me get my mind off her—if that’s possible.

Phil bolts to his feet. “I’m heading to the gym. Work off some of this…” His voice trails off and he turns away from us. “I’ll take the next watch,” he calls back as he walks stiffly across the room.

If I didn’t know Phil better, I’d think he had a stiff cock too.

Chapter Twelve

Ana

I stretch under the down duvet, loving how my skin slides across the silky linens. I’m so relaxed in the soft mattress I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get up from it, never mind want to. Especially since getting up means facing reality. I’ve been kidnapped.

After I went to bed, the men were talking, and while I tried to listen to their conversation, slumber grabbed me more quickly than I expected, dragging me deeply into this glorious bed.

I couldn’t have asked for a more comfortable room, although I feel slightly lost on this mattress that could fit…well, it might even fit me plus all four of my captors.

That thought sends an unexpected pulse to my sex. Hoping to banish it before it takes hold, I leap up. With the sudden movement, my hand catches the carafe of water on the bedside table, and it crashes to the tiled floor.

My door opens with a bang, and Phil is blocking the entire entrance.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Are you hurt?” His eyes brush over me like hot oil, and he growls deep in his chest.

I tug down the hem of the t-shirt. It barely comes to my knees. I feel naked. “I’m fine. Do you always barge into your guest’s room?”

“What happened?” he nods toward the broken glass.

“Just a small accident.” I lift my chin. “If you give me some privacy, I’ll clean it up and get dressed.”

“No need,” he says.

My back stiffens. “Why wouldn’t I get dressed?”

He laughs, the chuckle rumbling from deep inside him. I know it shouldn’t but the sound makes me relax.

“I meant,” he says, “no need to clean up the glass. We’ve got someone who’ll take care of it.”

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