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I hoped he’d say yes. I mean, he was a part of all this, but he really had been keeping to himself. I tried to pop in on him whenever I could, but he preferred his books to anything else.
Bru had all the attention at the table now, and the dark prince took my hand underneath it. At my other side, Dorian tipped his chin at Bru. “What do you think, bro?”
“Yeah. It’d be fun.” Ares put his hands together, grinning. “My grandparents are always asking about you when we talk. Sloane, yeah. But you too. They want to meet you, as well as everyone else. The Reeds, Ambroses, and the Johnsons.”
I’d asked him to look out for Bru, include him, and that was exactly what he was doing here.
Wells, Thatcher, and Bow all nodded after he said it, and I grinned while Bru sat dumbstruck. Bru put his phone down. “Okay. Yeah.” He faced me, more light than I’d seen in his eyes in weeks. “That okay with you? Meeting everyone?”
It definitely was okay, and only more so that it was okay with him.
*
Dorian dicked me down under silk sheets, his weight on my back, his cock tunneled deep. His hand around my throat, he silenced my moan when he squeezed. “You’re going to get us caught, little fighter, if you don’t cut that shit out.”
His throaty chuckle rumbled into my back, nothing like his weight pinning me down. Pretending I didn’t enjoy it, I flipped him off, and he laughed again, managing to keep it as low as the chuckle.
“Fuck you,” I bit out, and he grabbed my hand, biting it. He proceeded to roll his hips in quick succession, and I clamped my teeth down on his arm.
The roar that came next he didn’t keep silent… at least not completely. A gritted “Fuck” rolled from his cocky-ass mouth, and his hips slapped against my ass so hard I thought he was trying to spank me with them.
“Do that again, and you’ll feel me in your fucking throat,” he warned, jerking me to face him by the jaw. He grinned before sealing our lips, and I held his arm around me, rubbing my nipples against the bed while he fucked me senseless. I was seeing fucking stars at this point. Especially since the dark prince didn’t bother with condoms anymore.
Not after he found out he didn’t need them.
He must trust me because he didn’t even ask me for proof I was on birth control. He’d just taken my word for it. He wasn’t the guy he was before, and I wasn’t that same girl either.
Things were different with us, closer, and I felt near to him in ways I hadn’t felt before I’d left. It was hard to even be around him some days, our connection to the point where it completely unnerved me.
It rattled both of us.
We were like this all the time, fucking consumed with each other, and I had no idea where I fucking ended and he began. Truth be told, it was all as alarming as it was exhilarating, but I couldn’t stop.
I was addicted.
Our tongues flicked, dueling, and tangled as much as our bodies. Dorian laced our fingers as he smacked his hips repeatedly into my ass, and when I came, I saw fucking constellations. I bit his arm again, and he wasn’t far behind.
My muscles contracted around a pulsating cock, Dorian milking himself in and out of me. His eyes shut tight, he bit my arm and whatever strength I had left to hold him was gone. I flattened beneath his weight, and breathy, he pulled me on top of him.
“Come here,” he said, an arm under my ass, the other cradling my back. He kissed me once as if to say, “Good girl,” and I’d say something about that if I didn’t like it so fucking much.
Like I stated, addicted.
The dark prince held me there, steadfast as he massaged my ass and rubbed my lower lips against him. He didn’t stop until he had himself up and down against my clit, but if he was thinking what I thought he was, he needed to get his head freaking checked. Both of them.
I replaced my clit against his junk with my knee, and he cursed. I grinned. “You need to go back to your room.”
We hadn’t gotten caught yet, but I wasn’t trying to chance it, and the arrogant fuck he was threw an arm behind his head. He was golden, naked, and looking completely beautiful with just-fucked hair and a cocky expression. He eyed me. “It’s late. They’re in bed.”
He didn’t know that, and it was already bad enough we were living in sin under Ramses and Brielle’s roof. I mean, we’d been fucking for a while, but not under their roof. It was different doing this at their house, and he knew I didn’t like it.
“Fucking fine.” He kissed my nose, getting up and flashing me his muscled ass. I swear to God he’d thrown some of his clothes on the other side of the room just to fuck with me. He tugged his boxers on, then lifted his hands. “Happy?”
I’d be happy once he got his ass out of my room and back into his own bed. His shirt still on mine, I threw it at him, and he chuckled lightly before working it on like a guy. He had it all bunched up, and basically unrolled it over himself. The maneuver was pretty much as hot as it sounded, and after he got fully dressed, he ambled over and pounced on my bed.
His second move was to pounce on me, and I kicked at him. He didn’t get off until I stopped struggling enough to let him kiss me.
Which I did.
