Page 40 of Court of Rivals
Prince Lucien’s green eyes are burning with rage. “Try that theory, Cock Sucker, and see how it goes.”
I give them all my dirtiest look I can muster, then begin marching away. I’ll just find another tavern. They can try all they like, but they’re not going to tell me what to do.
Behind me, Prince Gareth says, “I got this.”
Hurrying along, not recognizing anything around me, I hope I’m heading in the direction of the academy. It’d be easier to find a tavern along the way so I can find my way back easier later.But as I go, I sense someone behind me and glance back. Prince Gareth is there, like a shadow, stalking my every move.
I decide the hell with it, dart down an alley, and then start running. Like I did in the air, I duck and dive down different roads, trying to lose him. Not sure if I have, or if he’s still behind me, but not willing to slow to see if he’s made it. I’m halfway down a dark and creepy alley when it hits me that I may have lost him, and also put myself in danger by not paying attention at the same time.
Suddenly, a hand clamps around my arm, and I’m thrown up against the side of the alley. I react, my hand springing out to dig into my attacker’s eyes, but fingers clenched around my wrist stops me. As I prepare to give a sharp knee to their groin, a sliver of moonlight peeks into the alley, revealing Prince Gareth, angry, and breathing hard. In the shadows, towering over me like this, it occurs to me just how dangerous a man like this could be to me.
“Listen, Cock Sucker–”
“Don’t call me that.”
I hear his teeth clench together. “Well, you are a cock sucker, aren’t you?” Except, I get the hint of arousal instead of anger.
“Maybe with that man tonight.”
He turns away, working his jaw. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Talking like that.”
“Talking like what?” I challenge. “Talking about all the dirty things I was going to do to that farmer. Things he'd be thinking about for the rest of his life with a hardon.”
He hisses, like he’s in physical pain. “Stop it.”
“Is it so shocking to you assholes that men want me?”
He looks back at me, uncertainty in his face. “It’s not a shock that you’re a whore.”
Without thinking, I try to slap him.
He catches my hand, leans down and lightly bites my wrist. My pulse jerks, and I can’t seem to draw in a full breath. He shifts so that his face is near my throat, then rubs his nose against my neck really slowly.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage.
He moves in closer, pushing himself against me. A massive erection pressing into my belly. The size of it shocks me. Sends waves of arousal rolling through me that have nothing to do with my dragon.
“Stop it,” he says again, but this time, the word is a growl.
Then, he pulls away from me, and the air around me suddenly feels cold. He grabs ahold of my wrist and begins to drag me out of the alley. “You’re going to go home, and you’re going to sleep. I don’t care how wet and sticky those thighs of yours are.”
“I bet you’ll be thinking about my wet and sticky thighs all night.”
He pauses, cracks his neck, and swears, before storming forward once more.
I may have lost a man for the night, but I kind of feel like I’ve still won.
16
Harper
“You’ve taken me far enough,” I say, as Prince Gareth drags me down the hall that leads to my room. “I can handle it from here.”
He glowers back at me. “Wouldn’t want you to lose your way.”
