Page 28 of Savage Prince

I could be good with her,forher. I don’t have to prove I’m worthy of her love by healing the broken women she was when I found her. I can let her help me heal and be grateful for an emotionally sound shoulder to lean on.

Maybe that’s even what my Juliet would have wanted.

She loved me and wanted good things for me, and if our positions were reversed, I’d sure as hell want her to take advantage of the fact that I had more strength and steadiness to give her.

I follow her outside, catching up with her on the corner, just as she’s tossing the wallets into a nearby trash can.

“One hundred and twenty.” She discreetly flashes a handful of bills before tucking them into her front jeans pocket. “We’re rich on goblin treasure.”

“Those two did seem like goblins.” I gather her into my arms, hard again almost instantly now that I’ve nearly convinced myself to stop fighting this. “Good work.”

“Thank you.” She loops her arms around my neck. “I figured why steal from decent people if I could find a couple misbehaving?” She arches an assessing brow, seeming to sense a change in me. “Ready to get that room?”

“Let’s do it.”

Her eyes widen, excitement flashing in her blue depths. “Yeah?Itit?”

I tip my head. “If that still sounds like fun to you.”

Her lips curve. “Oh, it sounds like great fun to me. And makes me glad I stole a box of condoms.”

I frown even as my cock grows thicker. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” she says, looking very pleased with herself. “They’re down the front of my pants.”

I glance down, noticing the small blue cardboard box tucked behind the close of her jeans for the first time. “Shit. I didn’t see you do that. And I was watching you the entire time.”

She bobs a shoulder. “Turns out pick-pocketing is like riding a bike. And I only got the two pack. If you think we’ll need more, we might want to stop by the drugstore on the way.” Her cheeks grow a little pinker as she adds, “I don’t remember how many condoms are a normal amount to use on a day spent lounging around in bed with your sexy man beast.”

Her words remind me of a couple very important things she should know before we hit the sheets. But I don’t want to talk about them here.

“Two should be fine,” I say, taking her hand. “Want to grab something to take up to the room for lunch on the way or order takeout later?”

“Can we get pizza later?” she asks, her eyes dancing again, reminding me that sex isn’t the only shiny new toy she’s excited to try out in her new body. “I feel confident that it’s delicious, but I can’t remember what it tastes like.”

“Pizza it is,” I say as we head for the bed-and-breakfast arm in arm, like any other young couple in Montreal on holiday.

Except that we’re not, of course.

We’re pack rejects on the run, about to bet our lives and the lives of our friends on a big city Alpha we’ve never met.

But maybe we can forget about that for the day and just be us, Juliet and Ford, two people who like to kiss each other.

FOURTEEN

juliet

The bed-and-breakfast isa little shabby on the inside, with worn antiques in the small lobby and faded flower wallpaper that’s peeling in one corner. But the front desk is clean and the manager friendly as she shows us up to a tiny room on the fourth floor.

She pushes the door open, gesturing toward the sloped ceilings on either side. “Your boyfriend will have to watch his head up there. I would have given you two a room on the ground floor with a higher ceiling, but a man rented the last one just thirty minutes before you came in. Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” Ford says. “I can duck down at the edges and we’re just looking to get some rest, anyway.”

“And it’s so pretty up here.” I wander into the room, drawn by the amazing garret window on the other side. I glance back to where Ford and the older woman with the lightly graying brown hair still stand in the door. “Get a load of that view.”

The woman beams. “I love it. This is my favorite room in the whole house. I stay up here when I want to feel like a starving artist in a fantastic Paris studio for a night.”

Ford nods and murmurs, “It’s beautiful,” but he isn’t looking at the view.

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