Page 30 of The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance

The noises outside have stopped. Princess Iris has gone, and we’re alone again. Only then does Roland remove his touch, readjust my panties, and finish me off with a sweet kiss. I’m buzzing, still hot and bothered. My clit, the needy thing, is now ultrasensitive after his ministrations, and even the soft kiss of my cotton panties is painful now.

Roland licks me off his finger, and it sends another stab of lust through me. “You’re delicious,” he says.

“You make me breathless,” I tell him.

He takes my hand in his. The warmth of his palm is comforting, and it feels ridiculously natural to hold his hand. “Come on,” he says. “While we have the chance.”

I stumble behind Roland as he pulls me out of the library and we sneak down the hall. I’m practically limping, my legs wobbly and barely operable, but somehow we make it to his room.

I forgot how dark it was in here, but now the gunmetal gray of his room feels soothing, like putting a cold washcloth on a migraine.

“Take off my dress,” I beg and turn my back to him, pulling my hair up so he can get at the zipper. Roland slides the zipper down, and I shove it off my hips, kicking the heavy thing to the floor. My boots come off, my bra, my panties, and I make a messy pile of clothes on the floor.

Next, I attack his shirt, trying to get all the buttons off. “I need your skin on mine,” I tell him. The cold nips at my already peaked nipples.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says. He express-lines the buttons and rips his shirt down the middle completely. Buttons fly, his flouncy shirt becomes a pile of rags on the ground, and dear God, that chest.

He sweeps me up in his arms, and there’s nowhere I want to be more than right here, wrapped up in him. His bare skin is soft, his muscles hard, and his body is hot as a furnace. I run my hands up and down his form, tracing his slim waist, finding the hook of his hips.

I intend on screwing him until I can’t see straight, but when our lips touch, I fall into a different kind of swoon. The fire between us has shifted from all-consuming heat to a low, delicious burn. My back hits his fluffy mattress, and Roland falls on top of me, his lips never leaving mine.

“I love kissing you,” he confesses, and the genuine, gentle tone of his voice makes my heart beat faster.

“I love it, too,” I whisper.

We roll around in his bed, kissing and tasting one another. I could lie here all night with him, lip-locked, but the moment is interrupted when the lights in his room flicker once and then cut abruptly. The room is doused with darkness, and I let out a surprised squeak.

Something is wrong. Roland sits up, and I prop myself up as well. “What was that?” I whisper.

“Stay here,” Roland says. The urgency in his voice makes my bones go cold, and I freeze in my spot, even though there’s a part of me screaming, Don’t leave me! When people split up, bad things happen! I’ve seen horror movies, I know how this works!

Roland goes to the door, and I hear the handle squeak when it twists but then—nothing. The door doesn’t budge. He pushes at it, trying to force it open.

It’s no use. We’re trapped.

“Well,” Roland says jovially, “that can’t be good.”

18

Ben

The ball is in full tilt when the electricity goes out.

The air leaves the room in one collective gasp. The musicians skip a beat, and the song dies. The dancers go still. The whole room has gone dim, lit only by the candelabras stationed along the walls. It looks like a haunted Halloween house.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Roland. I swiftly push through the people until I get to the balcony. No sign of Roland or Rory out here. I duck back inside and scan the crowd, hunting for an edge of her red hair or his billowing white shirt—

Nothing. My one job was to keep an eye on him. Keep him safe. And I’ve lost him. I’ve lost the prince. All because I couldn’t keep my shit together around him.

I turn and run smack into my boss. Tanner composes himself quickly and neatly touches my chest with two fingers to halt me.

“Where’s the prince?” he asks immediately. His voice is curt, all business. We’re all on alert now.

I swallow and shake my head. “I looked away for a moment and… he slipped me…”

Tanner’s jawline tenses.

Queen Selena comes between us. “What the bloody hell is going on?” she hisses.

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