Page 37 of Damaged Princess

Vik pulls down the other side of my dress and pinches my nipples one by one.

I try to clench my knees, but Vik's thighs are in my way. My head falls back against his shoulder as I tremble. My eyes squeeze shut as Vik cups my tits and flicks my nipples with his fingers.

"Holy shit," Wolfe hisses. "You're dripping slick, dirty girl. Fucking hell, what I wouldn't give to be able to bury my face in your pussy right now. My mouth is literally watering."

"Too bad," Vik snaps, wrapping his hand over my hip and teasing my clit. "You've been slippery since your spanking. Did your cunt throb while I slapped your ass red?"

"Yes," I whine as Vik shoves two thick fingers deep inside me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy," I sob. My face burns with embarrassment.

"Goddamn," Wolfe groans, eyeing me like he's desperate to pounce.

"Do you know how hard it makes me every time you call me that, princess?" Vik muses, licking my throat.

I preen in response. Something inside me lights up at his praise. I'm slightly embarrassed by it, but it doesn't bother me enough that I'd stop. I need his tender words and soft encouragement.

Vik continues working his fingers in and out of my tightening core. It takes hardly any time for him to send me over the edge. Electric shocks zip through my entire body as I shake against his strong hold.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Wolfe growls.

"My good girl," Vik murmurs soothingly. "Such a sweet little omega."

I'm mildly self-conscious, but too exhausted to care as I snuggle into Vik.

"I've got to run out and talk to Murphy," Vik says to Wolfe.

"Yes, I'll watch her," Wolfe says, nodding his head and tossing his thumb toward the hallway. "But uh, I'm absolutely going to need five minutes to jerk off first."

Wolfe pops up, heading out, and Vik cuddles the fuck out of me. It's the safest I've felt in a long damn time.

"Did you hear me?" Vik asks, setting me on my feet in their suite.

"What?" I ask. "This isn't my suite."

"Very observant of you, doll," Wolfe says, following us in. "I was surprised when you didn't pitch a fit on the stairs. By the way, how were you intending to get back into your room?"

"I leave my extra keycard under the pot on the table next to my door," I say mindlessly.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Wolfe says, shaking his head. He looks at Vik and says, "I know. You don't even need to say it."

"Give us a minute," Vik growls, prowling toward me.

My eyes fly to Wolfe, who sighs. "I'll be in my room. Scream if you need me." He doesn't head off, though. No, he shoulders Vik out of the way and pulls my mouth to his. The kiss is quick but intimate. My heart races. "Don't try to slip out. You're sleeping in my bed tonight or in the nest withme."

"Okay," I agree.

Wolfe saunters off. My eyes automatically follow his broad frame. My stomach flip-flops wildly as I realize I'm once again alone with Vik, who prowls closer.

I feel very stalked at the moment, but I know running would be futile. He's bigger and stronger than I am.

"What I said earlier, did you hear any of it?" he asks, brushing his finger over my cheek.

I shake my head. "I don't think so."

"Give me the chance to give you my courting gifts," Vik pleads. "If you're still upset with me after that then I'll back off."

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