Page 14 of Princess Redeemed
No,Ineed to?—
Then it all disappears from my mind as my wolf stands close to me, his breath tickling my neck.
I drop to my knees.
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I slidemy tongue around the head of his gorgeous cock, savoring the saltiness of him, the dark smokiness of the blood that has trickled down from his wound.
Then I take him deeply, his groans fueling my desire.I take him to the back of my throat, which is no easy feat, and I suck him.I suck him hard, tasting his musky maleness, the tinge of his dripping blood.
He grips the sides of my head, moving me with his rhythm, truly fucking my mouth.
It’s nothing I haven’t done before, but this time… This time it’s different.It’s different because I know we’re not mates.
I know this is all a farce fabricated by my father for some reason.
But in the moment?
I don’t care.
I just don’t care.
I want Rogan in my mouth.I want Rogan everywhere on me, all at once.In my pussy, in my ass.
Fucking everywhere.
He tugs on my hair as he continues to thrust, thrust, thrust…and when he releases, I take all of him, swallowing every drop.
His semen energizes me nearly as much as his blood.
Still gripping the sides of my head, Rogan pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply.I melt into the kiss, relishing the transitoriness of it.
I have to tell him.
I must make him understand that no matter how we both feel, we’re not meant to be.
We’re meant to fight for our own, and that means I fight with my father.With my people, with my?—
I pull back, breaking the kiss.
How can I let it continue when Rogan doesn’t know the truth?
“Hannah?”His eyebrows are raised, his gaze questioning.
“This isn’t right, Rogan.”
“Victor,” he says on a growl.“Call me by my name.”
I clear my throat, trying to steady myself.But the pounding of his blood in his veins is so loud in this underground cavern.How am I supposed to fight what I yearn for?How am I supposed to make him understand that none of it is real?
“Rogan, I?—”
He crushes his mouth to mine again, this time sweeping his tongue over mine, lunging into me.His dick is already hard again, and I wish… I wish I could succumb…
Iwantto succumb…
But I’m still wearing clothes, though he’s naked, so I pull away, pushing at his muscled chest.God, his flesh is so warm against my palms.
