Page 32 of Damaged Princess

Vik catches my eyes in the rear-view mirror, and I see the truth of our situation. He'll respect her limits and not touch her if that's what she chooses, but no one will keep him out of the nest during her heat. There's no way he'll let that happen without him being there to supervise and protect her.

Viktor Nikolov will murder me and Cas and bury us in the woods before he lets that occur. I know, because I'd do the same thing if someone tried to keep me from Ana at this point.

I give him a nod of understanding as it finally dawns on me.

He's in love with her.

It fueled his need to destroy her father, but he pushed her away in the process.

"I'm not ready for another heat," Ana says as her perfume floods the truck. "No, no, no…" She grips my shoulders for dear life and my stomach pangs uncomfortably.

I've never seen an omega so opposed to having a heat. Her last heat was short and easy compared to normal—it's how Vik managed to satiate her on his own—but her perfume is thicker this time.

The scent is stronger and more potent now than it was when she was in full-blown heat last time.

"I ache," Ana whimpers, clutching at her middle.

"Fucking hell," I hiss. My eyes fly to Viktor's like he's going to tell me what to do in this situation. We haven't even started moving yet. It's only a five-minute drive, but then it's another five or ten minutes to get to one of our suites.

"I need you," Ana begs. She nods frantically. "Right now."

I slide my hand up her neck and yank hard on the hair at the base of her skull.

"You're not in charge," I snap, but my instincts are riding me hard. Find the problem, fix the problem, make my omega feel better. Except I don't know how to make this better.

"Make her come," Vik grunts, finally starting the truck. "It'll settle her enough that we can make it back to the lodge."

"You need to come?" I yank her head back at an uncomfortable angle, but Ana only moans louder for it.

"Please," she groans, wiggling over my thickening cock.

"Are you sure?" I ask, studying her face. "I don't want you to hate me for it."

"Ohmigod, Wolfe," Ana grumbles, trying to unhook my belt. "When did you become such a chick?"

My hand tightens in her hair as my other palm lands on her ass. I give her three swats at about a five on the scale.

Ana shivers in response, shoving her chest toward my face. "Please, Wolfe? I'm sorry, I'll be good. I promise."

Vik and I snort in unison. My hand leaves her hair. I tilt her chin up with my forefinger and thumb.

"Remember you asked for this," I murmur before shoving my tongue in her mouth.

My hands fall to the edge of her panties. I rip before moving to the other side.

"Well, that was kinda dramatic and still insanely hot," Ana whispers as I toss away the scrap of lace.

I bite my lip and yank down the front of her stretchy dress. Her heavy tits spill from the fabric. The low, vibrating growl that echoes around the truck is mildly concerning.

Anastasia wiggles, her hands fall to my belt, and I snarl.

"No!" It comes out as a bark.

Anastasia jolts, glaring up at me with a vicious frown.

"I hate being barked at," she snaps.

I grimace. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pull her face close to mine and nuzzle my cheek to hers.

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