Page 7 of Stormbinder King
But that was ridiculous
I felt something throb between my legs, a wanton wetness swelling the place between my thighs until my pussy lips stung with heat and need.
Why was he still looking at me?
There was an expectancy in the air, the women shifting around me, rustling their beautiful dresses. I clutched my skirts, not understanding what I tasted under my tongue, what I was feeling in the air.
Then the prince opened his mouth, and I saw a glint of bright metallic piercing on his tongue.
“Run.”
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All around me, women broke from the crowd and began to flee, dashing from the doors and into the dark night.
But I was frozen to the ground.
Run?
Where? And why?
Into that forest?
That dark, twisted, dripping forest where I’d seen the strange wolf take the mad boar down?
The other men made low, rough noises, pacing like they couldn’t wait to get out. But the man with the white-blonde hair just looked at me.
“I told you to run.”
But still I stood there.
Me?Could he be talking to me?
My eyes darted around, but when I brought them back to Prince Jack, he was still staring at me, with a fixed, intense expression on his face.
I wanted to speak but I was too afraid I wouldn’t be able to get the words out.
His voice dropped to a low, throaty growl and he took one step toward me.
“Run, damn you.”
I turned and ran.
Bursting out the back doors, I was instantly pitched into the dark forest, the trees still dripping, the ground slick.
It was almost. . . obscene the way the leaves dripped with lush sticky heat, rubbing down my arms as I fled.
I knocked a scooped green leaf out of my way and the sharp barbs of the shorn branch flicked my face as I ran.
Ouch, that really fucking hurt
The dress constricted me but I ran anyway, grabbing the long train in my arms.
Howls echoed all around me, the forest alive with them, the sounds so deep and vibrating that I didn’t know if they came from behind me or in front of me.
Panicked, I ran faster, my arms pumping and my chest burning.
I had to get away
