Page 55 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
Sterling took him down to the base and Winter repaid her by doubling down his efforts. He slid a hand between them and rubbed her clit as he swirled his tongue. Muffled sounds of pleasure poured out from her.
Soon, one of her hands cupped his balls and squeezed. Winter nearly came from it, but she would finish first if it drove him mad.
And then she moaned around his length, her legs shaking on either side of his head as she climaxed against his mouth. Her euphoria coated his tongue, driving Winter to the edge of his own pleasure. He jerked his hips up slightly and groaned when he came. His vision dimmed from the force of it, and she gently lifted off him, her breath ragged.
Winter considered laying there long enough to get a second wind. Then roll her over and fuck her into oblivion. Instead, he had a different plan. For now.
He stood and grabbed a pair of trousers off the back of a chair. “Get dressed. I have a present for you.”
“What?” She sat up, the sight of her breasts nearly making him change his mind and crawl back into bed with her. “Whatkindof present?”
He glanced over his shoulder at her and raised a brow. “Don’t ruin my fun.”
Sterling rolled her eyes, but he caught the smirk on her lips before tugging on a shirt.
Winter settled into the cushions of the carriage, his thigh resting against Sterling’s. She wore a pair of the finest brown leather trousers and a cream tunic embroidered around the collar, but all he could think about was what she looked like with nothing on at all.
“Are we returning to the manor?” Sterling asked, breaking the silence. “This is the road that leads to town…”
“Is it?” He moistened his lip with a grin and glanced out the window. They were close now, the manor just around the next bend.
Sterling heaved a sigh. “Thank the gods. I never want to step foot in that castle again.”
“And you won’t,” he paused. “For the next few hours anyway.”
“We have to go back? Why?” She scowled, her nose scrunched. “Cyan is still here, so why can’t I just stay with him?”
He didn’t dare look at her to see the same loathing he felt. There was nowhere else in all of Grimm that he hated more. “My father expects us to return before dinner.”
“Shouldn’t we have some alone time? Being newly mated and all,” she grumbled.
“The king had us mate to help relations between wolves and humans. He won’t let us disappear before we’ve done that.”If ever…It was an open-ended goal. What specific improvements was his father hoping for? Not that it fucking mattered—the endpoint would just keep moving further away. Whatever goal was set, Winter and Sterling would reach it, only to be given another. Then another and another.
Sterling crossed her arms and peered out the window as the driver stopped the horses just outside the manor. “How is your father planning for us to do that?”
“With your charming personality,” he quipped and exited the carriage. Fresh, crisp autumn air surrounded him. He draggedin a deeper breath, savoring the woodsy scent, so different than the staleness that lingered in the castle.
“And yourlovelypersonality.” She hurried next to him. “Do you really think that marrying one another will make them forgive everything? You’re the Prince of Carnage, and I’m Red Riding Hood.”
“Mate,” he corrected. “And besides, maybe I’m the wicked prince with a secret heart of gold and you came to your senses.”
She scoffed. “No one will believe that.”
Winter cast her a long look. “It’s our duty tomakethem believe it, but that is the least of our concerns right now. Follow me.”
Curiosity shone in her expression as Sterling trudged behind him while he entered the manor. He did his best not to react to the furniture being covered in white cloths. When had the staff done this? He’djustvisited and everything was as it had been. It had to be because of his fucking father, and if Valco thought they were staying in the castle permanently, he was sorely mistaken.
They made their way up to the third floor, and Winter led Sterling to one of the doors furthest down the hall where Amalli stood outside Cyan’s room. He tilted his head in the direction of the door. “Go talk to your brother.”
“You brought me here to see Cyan?” Sterling looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes, and gave him a large smile. Akin to bright, beautiful moonlight.
A smile that hit his chest like an arrow.
“It was only a matter of time,” Winter said in a low voice. “Now go, and we’ll discuss other matters later.” He sauntered down the hallway away from her to let Sterling and her brother have a private reunion. Even if they tried to run, they’d be caught. Or … perhaps hewantedthem to run. To find a better life somewhere away from his father’s fuckery.
But that wouldn’t be allowed under any circumstance. She was Bloodstorm’s princess now.
Winter entered his room and locked himself inside. He stared at Sterling’s cage in the corner of his room. It felt like years ago that he’d tracked her down after the hanging and discovered she was Red Riding Hood. He’d locked her up for murdering his packmates, forced her to participate in games that nearly ended her life, and he’d enjoyed it … mostly. What else should he have done? Ended her life right away, perhaps, but then he wouldn’t have gotten to know the girl beneath the red cloak, the girl he’d met years ago in the woods. Like her. Maybe even loved her, if he were being honest. And, if it wasn’t love yet, he was standing on the edge of it.
