Page 65 of A Bond in Blood

Snickers came from all the sneering faces surrounding me. I turned my nose up, scowling at him.

“Are you jealous, Ulrich? Upset I was enjoying myself with Olen? That I won’t allow you to touch a single curve of my body even when I’m always but a fingers-length from you?”

The king smiled, snapping his fingers instead of responding. Three naked women appeared, their hands instantly eager and moving across his chest.

“Is this jealousy?” he asked. His hand grasped the back of one woman’s head, and he pulled her face to his, kissing her hard.

“Yes,” I replied blankly.

Olen snorted beside me.

Ulrich pulled away from the kiss, his eyes burning with hate.

“Do you want to watch me fuck them, Brenna?”

I raised a brow. “Them? Do they not have names, your grace? Are they not your subjects?”

The women all threw nasty scowls at me and Ulrich grinned. His hand grabbed the breast of the woman he’d just kissed, his fingers tugging at her nipple.

“This is Liv.”

She groaned, offering me a smirk.

He pulled his hand away and I bit the inside of my cheek when his fingers entered the next woman. His eyes staring straight into mine.

“This is Ola.”

The woman rolled her hips against his fingers, throwing her head back with her groans.

He pulled from her, standing and ran his thumb across the third woman’s lips. They parted willingly and he slowly slid the fingers he’d had inside the previous woman into her mouth.

She moaned while her lips wrapped around his fingers, and I scowled.

“And this is Sylvi,” he sneered.

I took a step back, bumping into Olen.

“Congratulations, you know the names of the women you bed. Do you want a prize?”

His green eyes lit behind his black mask.

“Olen, have your way with her.”

His hand waved and I smiled with triumph then yelped at Olen throwing me over his shoulder.

“Gods,” I grunted. “Not this again.”

His hand slapped my backside, pulling a rageful yell from my lips.

“Don’t worry, princess,” He laughed. “You only get my cock tonight if you ask for it.”

I had a perfect view of Ulrich as Olen carried me away. He was stoic in his place, his face emotionless as the women beforehim all fell to their knees, pulling at his clothing. Lowering his trousers.

Yet he kept his gaze on me.

I returned the hate back to him. Cursing his name while Olen carried me away. Holding my rage until we’d rounded the corner, and the man dropped me to the ground.

“I guess you’re my bedmate tonight,” he groaned, running his hand over his jaw.

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