Page 30 of Alien Prince Fake Fiancé

“The only thing I crave is an end to this night.”

His voice became low and husky, seductive, as he pulled back just enough to give her room to breathe. "I need you by my side. We should have come down together.”

Ashlyn's eyes flashed with defiance. "You’re the one who didn’t wait, Zade. Don’t blame this on me."

He tightened his grip, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "You’re right, an error I deeply regret, and not because the Council will be even more suspicious of our engagement.”

“If you’re not worried about them, what is there to regret?”

Before she had time to protest, he kissed her again, dominant and unyielding until she melted into him. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. “I regret giving you a reason to doubt my sincerity. I never should have left you alone. I look forward to proving to everyone that you are a happily claimed woman.”

“And how are we supposed to do that? This is all fake, or have you forgotten already?” she whispered angrily through her teeth, careful not to move her lips any more than necessary. The music was loud enough she didn’t have to worry about being overheard, but she didn’t want to take any more chances.

“I have forgotten nothing,shenga. I told you before, the best way to convince the Council that you’ve been claimed is by choosing the male most capable of making you believe the same. I am happy to do that, as you are indeed mine, whether you admit it or not.”

Ashlyn’s heart stuttered with fear. Nervous anticipation. “How? What..what are you going to do?”

“I think you know.” Zade bent his head toward her, his lips soft as they brushed against the side of her neck. “I’m going to bury myself deep inside you, again and again, until every shred of doubt has been erased from your mind. There will be no place you can go where you won’t have memories of me taking you there. On the bed, in the shower, against the wall. Out there. In here. Anywhere. Everywhere. Hard. Slow. Fast. Rough. Always,my cock inside you. Filling you. Making you whole. There will be no you without me. There is only us. Together.”

Ashlyn flushed with heat. Her pulse was racing like a jackhammer, her breaths short and choppy. What was he doing to her? She had a vivid imagination, and right now his words were creating erotic visions in her mind she’d never get out. Her breasts ached for his touch, her nipples hard and tingling. Her inner channel pulsed with wanton abandon. She was wet. Ready.

He pulled her closer, his shaft hard against her belly. His thumb found her nipple through her dress and circled the tight bud. “Does this feel fake to you?”

She shivered at the sensations he effortlessly created, her resolve weakening. His whispered words triggered memories of the last time he’d asked her that question. Did this feel fake? No. His every touch, every whispered word stoked her desire a little higher. She wanted more. Desperately. That was the problem.

A soft gasp escaped her as his warm breath tickled her ear, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. The ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own.

Zade's hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her intimately closer to him. The heat of his body seeped through the layers of fabric, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. His touch was both possessive and gentle, a contradiction that only added to the intoxicating power he held over her.

Before she could respond to Zade’s question, they were interrupted by a presence that made her skin crawl. They stopped dancing, but she didn’t pull away. For once, she was more than happy to stay safely attached to Zade’s very large, intimidating side as a tall, muscular man with dark red skin, black hair and calculating eyes approached them. Dressedimpeccably in black finery, his demeanor exuded a predatory charm that set Ashlyn on edge.

"Ah, Prince Zade," the man said smoothly, his gaze lingering on Ashlyn. "I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m C’Nar Ubrion, C’Bor’s cousin."

Zade’s posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing. This was the man that Ashlyn, or rather, C’Bor’s widow, was supposed to marry. “C’Nar.”

Zade’s protective instincts roared to the surface. The Cappran smiled while his eyes spoke of death. They were cold. Merciless. Empty. Even if Ashlyn ultimately rejected Zade, he would never allow a depraved man like C’Nar to have her. Never, he vowed.

C’Nar’s smile widened as he stood there, although it never reached his eyes. "And this must be my cousin's grieving widow, the lovely Ashlyn. I’ve heard so much about you."

Ashlyn forced a polite smile, trying to ignore the unease crawling up her spine. And she’d thought Ocliver was bad. C’Nar made her skin literally feel as if a thousand tiny bugs crawled around, burrowing into her flesh. His voice, when he spoke, made her nauseous.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ubrion."

C’Nar’s eyes gleamed with interest as he looked her over. "The pleasure, and good fortune, is all mine. There’s no need to be so formal. We’re family, after all. I must say, my cousin chose well, although I’m not at all surprised. He always chose the loveliest females to..spend his time with. I look forward to doing the same."

Zade’s grip on Ashlyn tightened possessively, his desire to punch C’Nar barely held in check. With an icy control he was far from feeling, he bit out, "Look elsewhere, C’Nar. She’ll never be yours."

C’Nar chuckled, a sound that grated on Ashlyn’s nerves. "Is that so? I’d say I have more than a fair chance. From what I hear, she was quite close to Prince Antonelius not too long ago. First you, then my cousin, followed by Prince Antonelius, and now back to you? We all saw your fiancé coming down the stairs, alone. Seems she still doesn’t know who she wants. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t found the man who can pleasure her properly, yet."

Ashlyn felt Zade’s anger radiate through his grip. He was about to explode. She moved infinitesimally closer, plastered herself against him, wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him adoringly, praying her acting skills would be good enough to diffuse the situation. “I still can’t believe you came down here without me, darling,” she gushed for the benefit of their audience. “I told you I wanted to look perfect for you tonight. It was taking so long because I was a little sore and moving slowly after..well..you know.”

She turned her head toward C’Nar and smiled. “Caldorians are just so..big. And dedicated to their tasks.” She opened her eyes wide and batted her lashes. “He’s every girl’s fantasy. I still can’t believe I let him go the first time. You’re right, though. Without Zade, I was lost. No other man could ever satisfy me the way he does. Hence the earlier confusion. Now that he’s come back, I’m all sorted out. Zade’s the only man for me.”

“Except my cousin, of course,” C’Nar smirked. “You wouldn’t have married C’Bor otherwise, would you? Cousin?”

Ashlyn stiffened. “Of course not. He’s not here, though, is he?”

“No, he most certainly is not.” With a lopsided grin, he added, “Which turns out to be my good fortune. I look forward to our marriage bed most eagerly.”

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