Page 24 of The Knotty Princes Club

I moan in pleasure, my balls tight and throbbing. It would be so easy to shift her on top of me, but I resist. I hold back just a little. The last thing I need is to knot with her outside of the safety of our palace, and right now, only her pussy will do.

Flipping her onto her back, I rub my thumb over her clit as I add another finger inside her, loving how she squirms with her need for me. Her back arches and she tightens her hand around my cock, gliding her fingers up and down more desperately, trying to make me come first. It will satiate me for a while, but nothing can compare to what it’s like to claim her, not releasing her until we both get our fill. It makes me anxious, almost ornery, and I grunt with my oncoming orgasm. Kinsey covers my tip with her hand, filling her palm with my seed, using it to slicken my body even more. The lust continuing to pour through me shakes my body. Kinsey screams out with her pleasure, and I kiss the noise away, silencing her as she reaches her peak. What I wouldn’t give to thrust inside her, ravishing her over and over.

“I think I’m ready to get out of here. I don’t want to waste more of our night talking to Mr. Donahue.” Kinsey waits for me to compose myself to carry her to the sink, helping her clean up. It’s enough of a distraction to calm my balls, helping me focus. I can’t let my desire go more to my head than it already has. I know we’ve already taken long enough to test the drug lord.

“We’ll be fast. I’ll make sure my brothers know and can take over—” The muffled pops of gunfire sound through the door, grabbing my attention.

“Oh, God. Holly’s out there,” Kinsey says, hopping from the counter.

I swear under my breath, unholstering my gun. I thought this bullshit was over. No fucking alpha should be brave enough to fire a gun inside a public club. “Stay here. Hide.”

I don’t give Kinsey the chance to argue and charge toward the bathroom door, shoving the lounge out of the way. Flinging the door open, I aim and prepare to shoot. No bastard is getting away with this within my territory.

Holly’s high-pitched laughter cuts over the music, and she squeals with the applause. I freeze in confusion, sweeping my gaze around the club. A crowd of people stands in a semi-circle with Holly in the center, readying to fire a gun at where Donahue positions bottles on the back of the booth.

Fucking hell. Holly was never one for subtlety. She’s showing off her skills on purpose. I can tell with the way she looks at the Silverstein Pack.

Wilder would lock her ass up again if he saw her.

“Brother! Where’s Kinsey? You guys good?” Holly calls, drawing the crowd’s attention to me.

I tighten my jaw and motion for Holly to come closer. “That’s enough fooling around, lil sis. Mr. Donahue and I have some negotiations to handle.”

I catch sight of Kinsey hovering in the hallway, peeking out. She must’ve heard Holly and came out, ignoring my command to hide. I extend my arm out, motioning her to come to my side.

Holly pops out her bottom lip. “That’s no fun.”

Of fucking course it’s not fun. Life isn’t fun. I refrain from telling Holly as much and slide my arm around Kinsey’s waist, pressing my lips to the top of her head. “After. I promise.”

Donahue chuckles and rubs his hands together. “He’s right. After everything is in order, we’ll have something to celebrate. An alliance.”

I straighten my shoulders. “We’ll see, Donahue. Make your pitch.”

He motions toward the booth. “You’ll see I’m right, King Arsenio.” Using a title that hasn’t been made official shows just how charming this alpha tries to be, but I can see through him. I know his type.

“The world will be ours,” he adds.

He says it in a way that makes Kinsey stiffen. I give her a look and squeeze her hand. The world will never belong to a man like Mr. Donahue. Like I said, I know his type. He would watch the world burn. We need better alliances than that. We need packs that will help us start the fires and put them out. We need packs ready to rebuild.

As for Donahue...I plan to see him perish with alphas like Tamsin.

The world is ours, not theirs. I’ll leave them in ruins.

Chapter ten

Enzo

Celebration of Death

HowthefuckdidI end up in this position? Oh, right. Because I took the liberty of ending our father’s life in front of all the strongest packs in our territory. Now it’s my duty to arrange his celebration of life...or better yet, his celebration of death. No one is upset by this loss.

“I should just fucking throw you in the dumpster out back and be done with it. We don’t need to keep the tradition. You fucked things up. You destroyed this family just like you destroyed Mom. You deserve this!” I slam my fist onto the top of the gleaming casket, closed to hide the fact that I can’t stand looking at his face, even in death.

My phone beeps, drawing my attention.

Arsehole: We got three months’ worth of pills and a direct connection to the drug lord. On our way back now.

I flick my attention to the time on my phone. I hadn’t realized Arsenio had kept Kinsey and Holly out all night and half the morning. I’ve been in here the whole time, choosing invitations and announcements. Going through photos and documents along with the trust outside of what our immediate pack gets. My aunt is guaranteed sanctuary at the Gilded Sands Fortress along with any other children from her bloodline. It was the one thing my father had kept his word for regarding my mom’s wishes. She always wanted to make sure her sister was safe.

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