Page 80 of A Bond in Blood

His voice trailed off and his eyes went to my body, stopping where Olen’s large shirt ended just above my knees.

“My,” the king chuckled. “Did I interrupt?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but gasped when Olen was suddenly behind me, with his hands wrapping around my waist. His lips brushed my neck, and I froze. My hands went rigid at my side.

“Perhaps,” Olen hissed. “Or perhaps you arrived at just the right time.”

Ulrich approached, a burning heat in his gaze. He gripped my chin, tilting my face upward. “I think I may have.”

Olen pressed further against me, tightening his hold around my waist. The size of his arms and palms made me feel so much smaller than my body actually was.

“What do you say, princess?” he whispered into my ear.

Ulrich’s grip on my chin tightened but I couldn’t have looked away if I had tried. Not with what swam in his eyes. The heat of it all made me forget the death mask covering his features.

The king’s thumb brushed my lips.

“My right hand requires an answer,Ursa.”

I startled at his touch, unintentionally pressing further into Olen.

The man behind me began to move one hand, circling his thumb on my bare skin at the edge of his own shirt hanging from my body. The touch was maddening. Even more so when Ulrich pressed himself against the front of me, trapping me between the two of them.

My head went back against Olen’s chest without my control and my lip quivered.

“Just some fun, princess,” Olen whispered into my ear. His finger trailed up higher on my thigh, climbing until he was nearly brushing my pelvis.

My body begged for it, loudly, forcing my knees to shake the faster Olen circled my skin. A haze of need fogged my mind, blocking out my hate for the two of them. It drowned me in a quiet plea for release.

And I’d almost fallen into the trap, allowing the waves of ecstasy to envelope me. Ulrich’s death mask grew closer, his beard brushed my chin, and his lip hovered just above mine.

My breaths stopped as he leaned down to claim my lips. There was no time to react, no time to think—so I bit down, drawing his black blood.

The king’s body snapped up and Olen let out a loud laugh.

“I guess that’s a no.”

They both stepped away and I scowled. “Do not touch me.”

Olen grinned then shrugged. “You seemed to be enjoying it.”

I let out a yell, throwing my hands up in the air as I rushed out of the room using the door Ulrich had come through.

Two sets of footsteps followed close behind, building my rage.

“Leave me alone!” I cried. “Please!”

“Can’t do that!” Olen yelled back.

Ulrich was silent though, his commanding presence right at my heels.

I picked up my pace, heading right down the hall, hoping I could move faster than them.

A foolish hope, really.

To my relief, the door to Ulrich’s bedroom was open. But to my dismay, every single candle was lit, and the red moon was shining through the window, creating that frustratingly sensual light across the room.

“Look, a mood already set,” Olen jested behind me.

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