Page 60 of Tortured Royals

“Now, this is fuckin’ strange,” Nate comments from the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t waste time. He speeds away from the alleyway, moving in the direction we saw Ivar leave. In no timeat all, we’ve spotted Ivar’s car up ahead, and Nate stays a short distance behind him.

“Just remember, we might no longer be visible, but we can still be heard, so we’ll need to maintain our distance,” Dante warns.

“You know this means you’ve shattered your disguise,” I remind Dante. The moment he used his magic, the illusion Luna placed on him would have broken.

“And thank goodness for that,” Dante replies lightly. “It was rather unsettling having Noah’s face.”

No one says anything for a while after that as Nate maneuvers the streets, following Ivar’s ride. I squirm on Prince Callan’s lap, struggling to sit still. My fingers twitch, and I can’t stop theorizing about Ivar’s plans.

Prince Callan’s hands tighten on me, stopping me from squirming.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

His lips brush by my face. “You can’t do anything about Ivar now, but I can do something to make you more comfortable my Ahalian Touizda.”

“I don’t want to be comfortable. I want to make him bleed until he spills the rest of his plans,” I grumble, but then I feel one of the archangel’s hands sliding up my dress. My heartbeat quickens. My mates drove me to the edge so many times in the club that I’m still wound tight.

“We need to focus,” I tell him. “Ivar could stop at any moment.”

“And you need release, my mate,” Prince Callan replies matter-of-factly. Using his fingers, he pushes my panties to the side, and then his fingers are sliding up and down my center. I bite my lip, holding in my gasp as his touch makes me shudder. I’m still so sensitive. So ready that it hurts.

Sliding his fingers down, Prince Callan pushes them into me, and I pant, spreading my legs wider. I feel him hard beneath me, but he makes no move to pull out his cock. He pushes two fingers in and out of me moving torturously slow until I’m shaking in his hold.

“Please,” I beg, my chest tight. “Callan.”

He moves his fingers faster, fucking them into me, and when he reaches around with his other hand, rubbing my clit, I shatter in his hold, the orgasm crashing through me. I bite my lip hard, tasting blood, and Prince Callan keeps moving his fingers, making the pleasure last.

When I stop shuddering, I sag against the archangel, and he kisses my cheek. “Better?”

“It’s a good start,” I say with a grin.

“Maybe for you guys, but what about the fuckin’ rest of us?” Nate grumbles. “This is torture. Someone else drive.”

Dante chuckles. “This is the last time I go for the front seat.”

“At least you guys are all getting some,”Shade says so quietly in my head I almost miss it.

“Hold on, does Shade here not have a mate?” Nate questions, clearly having heard her as well.

“What? Pshh,”Shade replies.“What I said was, whoa, this is trippy.”

“Trippy?” Alaric asks, confused.

“Yeah,”she says as the street goes by beneath us.“It’s like we’re flying in this thing. Makes me feel like I’m on an invisible rollercoaster.”

“Rollercoaster?” Alaric asks.

Shade sighs.

“It’s an amusement ride they have in the human realm,” I explain. “Something you ride for fun.”Alaric doesn’t respond, and I doubt he gets it. Personally, I’ve never been on arollercoaster, and considering I can fly, I’ve never seen the appeal.

Nate follows Ivar’s car around another corner, and when the van straightens again there’s a slight hacking sound coming from Mason’s direction.

“Told you, he needed the window,”Shade points out.“He needs the fresh air.”

Crap.“Mason, are you all right?”

“Vomit on me, and you’ll regret it,” Alaric growls. It’s funny, I always thought the assassin was just grumpy because of me, but it turns out it’s simply in his nature. I’m not even sad about it, either.

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