Page 46 of Royal Captive
“Oh yes, we are guards. Forced to serve in the trenches, as it is. Everyone in our family has to put in a few decades of menial labor. Keeps us in our place, apparently, and teaches us humility.”
Shyllon grunted. “As if you have a single humble bone in your body.” His eyes flicked to me. “It appeases the people to see us among them, so father insists. He’s had trouble with his popularity lately, so we must serve.”
I tried to shift in Alihandro’s lap, but he held me firm. I hated how sticky it felt in between my legs, and a light sheen of sweat still covered me from what we’d done on the balcony.
“Stay put, Princess. We must put on a show.”
My heart skipped a beat as he tilted my head back, exposing my throat to the room.
“Yes, a most … persuasive show,” he growled into my ear, then trailed his fangs down one side of my throat while one hand squeezed at the base of my neck.
I suddenly didn’t care about the wetness between my thighs. That’s because a new dampness was quickly added to it. “What—”
Alihandro put a finger on my lips, then sensually trailed the pads of his fingers against the soft skin there. Feeling bold and like I had nothing to lose, I parted my lips and wrapped my tongue around his finger, drawing it into my mouth and sucking.
His hiss of surprise was worth it.
I bit down slightly on his hand, enough to show him I meant business. Alihandro tensed, but Shyllon chuckled. “She’s not a fragile flower, brother. You might as well be honest.”
The hand not in my mouth shot to my hair, tangling in my strands and yanking my head back. I let go of his fingers in shock and he used his now free hand to choke me.
“You aren’t in charge here, Princess,” he rumbled against my pulse. “You’re in danger of being assassinated, but more than likely ‘accidentally’ killed while forced to pleasure whoever bought your time at the pleasure house. Well, to be honest, it would likely be several people, since I’d heard quite a few males wanting to book you five or six at a time. So, let’s not literally bite the only hand that’s feeding you and trying to keep you alive, shall we?”
A flicker of fear went through me at that, and for a moment, I was back in the pleasure house surrounded by hostile fae and powerless.
I hated being powerless.
But this wasn’t the pleasure house, and Alihandro wasn’t like the other fae. The hand firmly pressing down on my windpipe wasn’t intended to hurt, it was intended to control.
And I fuckingloved it.
Heat coursed through my body. What was it with danger and psychotic men that got me hot and bothered?
I relaxed into the hand around my throat and let a smirk stretch my lips.
Alihandro’s nostrils flared. “You dirty little—”
“The king is on his way up. Thought you ought to know.”
I froze as Calten marched right up to Shyllon, made his announcement, then turned on his heel and walked away with his hip stuck out.
Or tried to.
With a sweep of his arms, Shyllon deposited the blond human on his lap, yanking his head back and exposing his throat.
“Is he now? Let’s give him something to remember this evening by, and perhaps regret his choice to surprise us.”
I watched with wide eyes as Shyllon kissed Calten hungrily. I’d never seen two men go at it before. It was intriguing.
Alihandro nipped at my earlobe, chuckling darkly. “Oh, the fun we’ll have, Princess.”
He attacked my lips with a bruising kiss, kneading my lips gently with his fangs as his tongue stroked inside my mouth. Next to me, Calten was making needy noises, hands and bodies gyrating all around me.
A door slammed open and the other partygoers gasped and parted like wheat in the maelstrom wind, but Alihandro distracted me by shoving his breeches down his hips and pushing my face toward his jutting cock. Judging by the noises coming from my right, Calten was already busy doing something similar to Shyllon.
And I wanted to see.
I twisted my head to the side, my hair falling over Alihandro’s hips as I watched Shyllon cock slide in and out of Calten’s mouth. My lips parted slightly as my breathing hitched. It—
