Page 127 of Rogue Alpha Prince

‘May I remind you that we are married?’ Cain’s voice invades my brain, along with a little ping of pain.

‘Oh, I wish I could forget that,’ I shoot back and block him out, knowing how now.

“Well, did you have your fun?” My sexy Rogue Prince asks as soon as I enter our bedroom, slamming the door closed in front of Atlas’s nose.

I giggle.

He immediately pulls me to the bed. My head is spinning. He sits and lays me over his lap on my stomach, ass up.

I giggle even more, and then I feel Cain’s warm hands on my bare ass under the dress. He growls—probably realizing I haven’t worn any underwear all day. He takes his hand off my ass, and readjusts my dress to keep it up at my waist. And at that very moment, my brain finally registers that he wants to spank me!

My stomach tightens with anticipation, and I hold my breath awaiting the first hit. Wow, being pulled over someone’s lap is way more arousing than I ever thought it could be!

Slap!

Ou. It fucking stings—Iloveit.

“That’s for getting drunk again,” he says, rubbing the spot he just hit. “That’s for not wearing any panties while training and having fun with my men.” He spanks me again, and rubs it the same way. “And that’s for getting aroused by your punishment, stop moaning!”

I cover my mouth with my hands, embarrassed by the realization I was moaning the whole time, and another giggle escapes. He slaps me again, harder than before, and I yelp.

That one fucking hurt!

Still, I like it more than Ishould.

Cain helps me stand up from his lap and—still sitting—looks at Atlas’ sweatshirt disapprovingly.

“You made me all wet,” I say, stepping between his legs and grabbing his jaw in my hand, the same way he always grabs mine. I lean down to kiss him, but he bites my lower lip and moves his head away.

“And you made yourself so drunk, you don’t care that I choked you.”

“Oh, you can choke me,” I wiggle my brows at the thought of his huge hand, wrapping around my throat while he is slamming inside me, hard and fast…

“Ash, you are drunk. Go to sleep.” He frees himself from me and stands up.

I throw myself on the bed, face down, with a frustrated groan.

“Where is my vibrator when I need it,” I mumble into the bedding, and Cain’s gorgeous laugh is the last thing I register.

I wake up naked with a tray of food already on my nightstand, but Cain is nowhere to be found—I don’t want to mind-link him by myself unless necessary, so I can’t ask him if we had sex after all.

Maybe he just helped me undress.

I notice my new phone on the center of Cain's desk, and I get up to grab it. Weird. It’s open on the photo of Cain’s birth announcement that Ella sent me at the party, but it’s in a new conversation with an unsaved number. Hmm, is it Cain’s number? He’s so arrogantly confident that he didn’t even hide the fact he used my phone without asking. Oh! He had to connect to the internet to send himself that message. I open Wi-Fi settings, but with no luck. He let me see what he was doing with my phone, but made sure to not leave the connection on.

Someone’s cocky!

Well, at least he didn’t crush the phone this time… Goddess, the bar is so low.

“Do you want to come to the office with me?” Cain abruptly opens the doors and walks in—in only his black joggers, and beads of sweat covering his naked torso. Or it might be just water, he smells ridiculously delicious, and I don’t know what he would have to do as an alpha werewolf to actually sweat that much.

Every day from now on, I wake up in an empty room, eat breakfast, skip running—still feeling sore after training with Cain’s guys the day before—help around the kitchen, Cain’s office, or with the fighting pit in the afternoon. After dinner I go for drinks and dancing with Atlas or Claudia, or both. They bicker a lot but it’s entertaining, so I don’t mind at all. I’m getting better at knowing my limits with wolfsbane-infused alcohol, and I don’t drink anything when I’m only with Claudia—so the spanking situation never repeats.

I do get my passive-aggressive, scrubbing clean baths from Cain when I’m back in our room, though.

The guys I threw a book at on my first morning here, are avoiding me so religiously that I start thinking that the water and bedding are changing themselves for fresh ones, like magic.

Hm, wearewerewolves, there are Lycan’s descendants here too… maybe magic is not that impossible?

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