Page 132 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
Alezya was still breathing hard with her mouth open and her lips wet when she opened her eyes to look for him and saw the man getting down on his knees in front of her.
“No,” she let out a panicked whisper. “Kassein, that’s...”
But she had little voice left and even less strength. When his free hand slithered around her thigh, put her leg over his shoulder, and pressed her waist back against the tree, she couldn’t stop him. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving, keeping her center hot, wet, and bothered, but it got worse when his tongue joined the assault.
Alezya didn’t even pretend to try and stop her cries; her stomach tightened, her legs trembled, and Kassein’s tongue was sending hot waves of pleasure to her core.
She looked down, and she had never seen green fire, but Kassein’s eyes were burning from between her legs, his gaze riveted on her and making it look like he was devouring her like a hungry beast. Alezya’s hands gripped his hair, his hand on her stomach, and she held on for dear life while he burned through her, his fingers and tongue relentless, his low growls of pleasure driving her insane.
She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but suddenly, pleasure burst, violent like a wave crashing against the rocks, unstoppable and inevitable.
Alezya cried out, tears coming to her eyes, her entire body shaking violently, and something sparkling behind her closed eyelids. It lasted seconds, long, painful, mind-blowing seconds, during which Kassein’s tongue didn’t let go, sucking her orgasm to its very end.
When the wave finally retreated, all strength leaving her, Alezya slowly fell against the tree, out of breath, her legs giving up. She felt Kassein’s strong arms catch her and his lips against her temple as she melted in his embrace.
Alezya woke up slowly, her entire body feeling languished, and she had no memory of getting back to Kassein’s dwelling.
She sat up and found herself feeling clean, a new dress on but her legs bare under the covers. She was alone again.
She let out a faint sigh, but got up, refusing to waste another day. She had no idea how many hours she’d lost, but when she stepped outside of the leather shelter, her feet bare in the snow, a pressing feeling squeezed her heart. They were running out of time. She was running out of time with Kassein, and she didn’t want to waste it.
The evening was cold, but she didn’t care; barefoot in the snow, she stepped around the habitation, hoping to find Kein, but the orange dragon was nowhere to be seen either. She frowned; it was a nice day and now evening. Were they all at dinner?
She was about to step back inside to search for shoes and a coat when she heard something. She turned around, hoping to find Kassein or his dragon, but instead, a man stood there.
Alezya stiffened with the instincts of a woman who knew what danger looked like. He was clearly of the Dragon Clan, but she knew not all those men could be trusted like she did Kassein, and the way that man was staring at her was worse than a snow leopard sniffing prey; it was vicious. She took a slow step back, but a blade appeared in the man’s hand.
He spoke, spitting words like a snake would venom, and although the only words she managed to grasp wereAqayirandwoman, she didn’t need more to understand what he meant.
“No,” she breathed.
If she could face a dragon, she could face a man. Alezya refused to cower to that man, not when she had survived many hateful stares already.
She took another step back, quickly considering her options. Going back into the shelterwhen she knew it was empty would have been foolish; she knew better than to let a man trap her in an enclosed space. She had a vague idea of where Kassein and Kein could be, but no guarantee. How far could a dragon hear? What if they’d gone hunting and were away?
She took a shaky breath, and just as the man lunged at her, Alezya didn’t give herself time to freeze or panic; she turned around and ran.
The snow was soft under her feet, and she was running too fast to feel the burn of the ice under her soles. She just needed to run, as fast as she could. This felt far too much like deja vu,but she didn’t have time to care. Or think. She had to at least get to the firepit and get Kassein’s attention. Behind her, the man shouted, and she realized he was running faster; she was running out of time.
“Kassein! KEIN!” she screamed, her voice echoing around the mountains.
She felt a hand grab her long hair, yanking her back so hard her neck almost snapped violently at the brutal movement. She should have taken her dagger, she thought, just as the sharp burst of pain shot through her scalp. She should have–
“Alezya!”
A sudden gust of wind forcefully threw her to the ground.
The pull on her hair had vanished, and just as she hit the ground, a large, heavy body of orange scales suddenly covered the sky. Out of breath, Alezya lay in the snow, trapped under Kein’s hot belly, the vibrations of its enraged growls rolling above her. She was ensnared under a dragon, near being crushed, and yet, Alezya realized she felt somewhat safe. Safer than seconds ago, at least.
It didn’t last long; she heard a man’s screams, cut short by the horrifying sound of flesh being ripped, and then, gradually, the heat retreated. By some miracle, Kein stepped off without crushing her, and a gust of cold wind greeted her. Strong arms lifted her up, and suddenly, she was faced with Kassein, out of breath, his green eyes full of concern, his free hand cupping her cheek.
“Alezya?” he whispered.
“I… I’m fine,” she managed, giving him a nod.
He let out a faint sigh of relief and pressed her face against his neck, holding her tight.
His warmth spread around her like a warm coat, chasing away the remnants of her shivering. She hadn’t noticed she was shivering until then, but it had nothing to do with the cold. Hernerves were suddenly catching up to the situation. No, to what had almost happened.
