Page 67 of Fake Fae-Ancée

"That's not why you're here," I brought out. She shook her head slightly. Nipping my lips, her small hand rested on mine. Tugged. Leading it... down.

My breath faltered, her mouth caught mine, closing the distance again. She guided my hand down her belly and under the waistband of her sweatpants.

Her skin was warm, almost hot. And so soft. Bear gave a sharp hiss, pushing further, wanting to rip the troublesome fabric to shreds and expose her, but I held back. I carefully felt lower, past another layer of fabric, and slid between her silky folds.

"Please..."

It was so easy. So familiar. I found the right spot immediately, my blunt, thick fingers parting her slick silkiness, and she melted in my arms, sagging against me. And it wasn’t only Bear wanting her to shatter, it was my own hunger now, my body wound up tight as a steel bolt, my cock pressing painfully hard against her.

"More," she gasped.

Closer.

My finger slipped into her entrance, all wet and ready for me, and Kai's eyes widened, then fell closed as her head rolled into her neck.

"Is that good,my star?"

"Yes..." The rest was drowned in soft whimpers and slick noises as she rode my hand. And my mouth was all over her chest, nipping her shirt, licking across the hard buds of her nipples as she clawed into my shoulders, fisting my hair, panting in my ear.

"Please, more… Oh!!"

She clenched as I curled my fingers against her tight channel, and then she came with a surprised gasp, back arching, the toes of her little feet curling, my name on her lips like a sweet drug.

"Yuri!"

It was only seconds but it felt longer, before the world snapped back again. We were both breathing hard, her soft neck lay still against my jaw. But horrifying clarity was already sinking in when I pulled out of her and backed away.

Fuck.

Kai looked at me, face flushed. Panic in her eyes.

"Fuck," she muttered, vocalizing what was pounding in my head.

"Kai..." I tried to hold her back, reaching for her. But she had already disengaged, stumbling back two steps from the sofa. Looking anywhere else but me. Skin flushed crimson.

"I'm sorry," she groaned, fidgeting with her clothes and her hair, eyes averting me. I stared back, nostrils flaring, throat tight, fighting Bear to recede, unable to respond with anything other than a curt nod.

"I... should go. Good night!"

She practically ran out of the room, not even slamming the door behind her.

You are such a moron…

Kai

I was almost relievedwhen my friends showed up the next day like a riot squad. At least I didn’t have to think about how I had apparently lost my mind. What had I been thinking? Practice kissing? And next thing I knew, I was — what? — Making out?

With! Him!?

Drunk with desire, grinding against him, clawing his large chest, moaning his name as he just plucked that mind numbing orgasm out of me?

What the hell??

The urge to repeatedly hammer my head against the next wall welled up inside me every time my dirty mind had another rerun of what had happened in the media room.

Why was I sabotaging myself like that?

On the bright side, princess training had been cancelled today and I had spent the entirety of the day in my room, avoiding Kalinin — I wasn’t reliable anymore, I might jump him again at the next available opportunity — when my phone rang. Claudio had been trying to reach me for the seven thousandth time, and I had finally broken down and answered it. Surprisingly, he was pretty pissed at me although I had only ignored him for three weeks.

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