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“He can’t do anything to you. He can’t eventouchyou with my protection tattooed on your body.”
I wrapped my arms around the prince and breathed in his comforting cinnamon-mint scent.
I was more grateful than ever for the protection of my mate.
But why, if I had nothing to worry about, did I still feel the king’s eyes on me as we danced in the Moonbright night?
I didn’t see him, but Ifelthim, felt cold, angry eyes prickling at my back, soaking me in sweat.
9
The following day there was a ceremonial dinner to mark the return of the Alpha King. It was held in the Great Hall, which was a large formal dining hall where the Stormbinder Pack ate at massive oaken tables. The room was hung with large formal paintings of Stormbinder ancestors and elaborately sewn depictions of mythological scenes.
But I had no desire to go somewhere I knew the King would be.
But I knew Ihadto.
My mate was there, and I could feel the pull to him all the way across the clearing and up in our treehouse.
Usually Jack and I had sex first thing in the morning after waking up, and frequently throughout the day and night, but today he had left while I was still asleep.
By the time it was breakfast, the space between my legs felt swollen with need, my soaked cunt rubbing against my wet thighs.
Was this the power of our mate bond?
It was no hardship to have sex with my mate. Jack was a generous, agile lover, indefatigable in pursuit of pleasure.
But this was rapidly progressing into serious discomfort.
Was I just so in love with him that I couldn’t control myself?
Why couldn’t I think about anything else?
I felt ashamed and determined to go about my day normally.
But by the time I had eaten breakfast and cleaned up the treehouse, crushing and preparing the fragrant blend of tea for Jack’s evening brew, the increased heat and swelling had become an ache.
I ventured down to the ground, holding the wooden rope ladder tightly.
I wouldn’t admit it to myself, but I wanted to see Jack, lazing about with a mug of beer, cleaning the bow and arrows he loved using. I needed to relieve this ache inside me.
But he wasn’t there, only the unfriendly eyes of others in the Pack. Several of the male shifters and Jack were gone.
Slick arousal began to drip down my thighs and I went back up the ladder as fast as I dared.
Trembling with desire, I lay back on the bed and slipped the loose pants down my legs.
Frantically, I circled my clit with my fingers, rubbing through the wet folds until I came with a little gasp.
Finally, I could focus on something.
But Icouldn’t.
Even as my hips stopped jerking frantically in the air, I still craved him.
I tried again, slipping two, then three, then four fingers inside my dripping channel, my swollen clit almost painful to the touch.
But when I came with sharp, panting breaths, grinding down on my own hand, I soaked myself up to the elbow but it did nothing to relieve the craving for him.
