Page 10 of Damaged Princess

"Come on," I murmur, gently running my hand over Anastasia's back. "It's time for bed, dollface."

Somehow the little omega snuggled her way right into my lap while we watched the movie. She's been asleep for a while, but my impulses weren't quite ready to let her escape.

"Wolfe?" Ana blinks. Her head tilts as she rubs at her eyes.

"Yeah, sweetness. You knocked right out on me," I say, running a hand over the back of her head. "Want me to carry you down to your suite?"

"Yeah, I guess?" She still sounds super out of it.

"Or you can take my bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch," I assure her.

I know I'm treading dangerous ground, but I really like the idea of my sheets smelling like her.

If Vik doesn't like it? Well, he can fuck off. He's not here to take care of her, so I'm going to use my discretion.

"Yeah," she grumbles, leaning in close to my chest. "I'll sleep here."

I barely stifle the laugh. I don't think she's awake at all. She reminds me a little too much of a sleepy kitten. I miss the days when she was all teeth and claws.

I put my huge hand under her ass and lift us off the couch. I carry her down the hall and into my room.

I glance around, taking in the mess and clutter, but luckily it's mostly clean enough for company.

I pull back the blanket and get her settled, then grab her a shirt and toss it next to her.

"I think you'll be more comfortable in that," I tell her.

Ana sits up, pulling the dress up around her hips. She slides her hair to one side. "Will you unzip me?"

I'm sure my Adam's apple bobs as I nod my agreement. I slide the zipper down, turning around before I can get an eyeful of all that creamy soft skin.

"You're good," she says a few seconds later. Her dress hits the floor at my feet.

I shake my head at the ceiling, reminding myself I'm not a predatory asshole. Fine, I'm absolutely an alpha predator, and I don't have many lines I won't cross. But taking advantage of a vulnerable omega is one step too far for me.

"If you need me, I'll be in the living room," I tell her, stretching over her to grab a pillow.

"No way, your bed is huge. I don't bite. I promise," she mumbles, pulling my wrist back toward her.

My heart pounds rapidly. This is dangerous territory. I'm fairly sure the universe is punishing me for something. My karma has caught up.

"You don't have to," she whispers, releasing my hand. "Sleep wherever. I don't want to kick you out of your bed, that's all." She pushes her hair out of her face and rolls over. I stand frozen for several long seconds before I get my shit together.

I've been into Anastasia since the first time she snapped at me and very succinctly told Vik to suck her non-existent dick. It's something I'd never seen before, nor since. I really fucking like it when she's fiery.

I yank my shirt off, unhook my belt, and slide out of my jeans. I'm debating heading to the empty side of the bed, but that doesn't work for me. I'm an alpha and a man, maybe it's antiquated, I'm not sure. But I do know I should be between her and the door. It's something my dads still do for my moms to this day.

"Scoot over for me, dollface," I murmur, giving her rump a little shove.

Ana slides over a foot or two, but she's still on this half of the king size bed. I mentally will my cock to cooperate and lift the blanket as I climb into the bed behind her. I gently maneuver her a few inches closer to the middle, but our skin is still touching.

"You're warm," she mumbles, scooting back into my chest even further.

I let out a heavy sigh that ruffles her hair and prepare to be hard and uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

Chapter Three

Anastasia

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