Page 132 of A Bond in Blood

Ulrich was on his feet in an instant, his eyes wide. “Brenna, your clothes.”

I walked further into the room, allowing the light of the moon to cover my naked body.

“Show me,” I whispered.

Olen stood next, joining Ulrich’s side.

“Princess.”

I held up my hand. “You said I would be in charge.” I pointed to Ulrich.

He nodded.

“You will only do what I say?” I asked.

Olen nodded.

“If I do not want to fully…” My cheeks warmed with my embarrassment.

“Fuck?” Olen asked, then grunted when Ulrich elbowed him in the chest.

“Yes,” I whispered. “That.”

“Brenna you are naked before two men. You should have no shame discussing your needs or wants,” Ulrich laughed.

“Don’t ruin this with your stupid jests,” Olen snapped.

I smiled and glanced at the floor, biting my lip.

Ulrich approached, his body pressed against mine. “What do you want?”

I tilted my head up, meeting his eyes behind his mask. “Release and control. A brief reprieve and pause in our war.”

A nod.

The king stepped back and Olen approached, gently brushing his hand over my jaw. His hands ran down my neck, stopping between my breasts.

“Who?” he whispered.

I stared up into his dark eyes then turned my head to Ulrich silently watching behind him. Need ached across my body, but fear was there as well.

I didn’t know. I was terrified to allow Ulrich to touch me. To fall further into the poison of him that I could not rid myself of. But I wanted it. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.

Ulrich cleared his throat and passed us, pulling up one of the plush chairs around the table to the edge of the bed.

He sat silently with a wicked smirk across his lips, crossing his legs casually.

“I told you he likes to watch,” Olen laughed.

His hands gripped my wrist while he led me to the bed. He sat with his feet planted onto the floor and his knees bent.

“Sit, princess,” the right hand hissed.

Chills went through my body at the image. The red light, bathing them both in desire. A king in his own make-shift throne and the lap of a man intended to bemythrone.

Ulrich’s eyes went to Olen, and he motioned his hands.

“You are in charge,” he whispered.

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