He’s wet. Precum is beading his cock. I rub my hand down him, spreading the liquid, getting him ready. It’s different, touching him. The sheer size of him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve had a few partners, but the difference between Lucien and them is night and day.
I picture him inside of me as he sucks on my neck, making my eyes roll back in my head.I bet he’d be able to work me in ways no other man has before.It’d probably be hard to just get myself around him, but once I did, every nerve in my body would be singing with pleasure with his every stroke.
He slips his hand into my underwear, and I jerk in shock as his fingers brush my sensitive nerves. “Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re so damn wet.”
Of course I’m wet. Of course I’m going crazy wanting this terrible, sexy prince. Who could blame me when this man looks like one of the gods? When his cock is such an impressive size that I actually think he deserves to bemorecocky than he already is?
His fingers are incredible. He’s stroking me slowly, obviously not in a hurry. He knows exactly how to play me like an instrument, sending tingles through my legs. I grip his shoulder with my free hand and continue to stroke him in time with how he strokes me. He’s breathing hard, gripping onto me.
“Harper,” he groans my name, the sound making the hairs on my neck stand on end.
He rips off my underwear, gripping it in his hand, then takes a step back from me, so I can’t touch him any longer. Then he steps forward, leaning me back on the table, and slowly pushes my nightgown up before spreading my legs. His breath hitches, and says, “This is how you’re supposed to be. Legs spread just for me.”
“Prince Lucien…” I murmur.
“Just Lucien,” he tells me, stepping between my thighs and giving a shuddering breath. “I’m just glad you finally figured out your place.”
My eyes were fluttering shut, but I stiffen at his words.Figured out my place? Fuck. What am I doing? I’m ruining any chance I have at being respected here is what I’m doing. I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I jerk up and climb off the table, practically racing to the door of the kitchen. Turning back I see him hard, erect, and naked other than his robe, staring after me in confusion, and the sight of him almost destroys my resolve.
“What are you doing?” he asks. “Come back here.”
I shake my head.
“Harper…”
“Just throw me my underwear,” I say.
He lifts up my underwear, glances at it, then back at me. “If you want it, come get it.”
If I get closer, he’s going to pull me back into his arms. And I’m not going to resist.
“Fuck you!Youlearn your place!”
As I turn, I hear him shout my name again, but I just keep running. I run all the way until I reach my room, then I shut the door, and slide my back down it until I’m on the floor.What the hell did I just do? And was this driven by my dragon? Or did I make this mess all by myself?
Then it hits me. I wasn’t even thinking about sex until he kissed me. Maybe this mess was all me.
“Damn it, Harper,” I scold myself.
He’s going to tell everyone about this. He’s going to use what happened to torture and humiliate me. And, more than that, what I just did suggests I have some kind of feelings for him. Feelings that I can’t have, not if I want to be a dragon rider. Not if I want to be respected here.
“Damn it, Harper,” I say again, then press my face into my hands.
Tonight was a mistake.
4
Lucien
I don’t knowwhat to do with myself. I don’t know what went wrong. My entire body is begging me to chase Harper down and finish what we started. Every inch of her wanted me, I know it in my gut. But she walked away. Turned me down when I was about to slide into her tight body.
It seems like a cruel trick of the gods.
I grip her underwear, catching a whiff of her sweet scent. I stuff it in my robe pocket, deciding that it belongs to me now. If I can’t have the woman I want, I might as well have a reminder of what I’m dying to have.
Dressed, I leave the kitchen. But instead of heading after Harper, I go the opposite way until I find myself just outside of Gareth’s room. I’ve never been in his room. Never had a reason to be in there. We might be brothers, but in blood alone. Although dealing with Harper has eased some of the constant tension that stands between us, our relationship still is what it is.Yet, there’s nothing that bonds a man more than a commonenemy, right?Not that hating the Hollowborn has been enough to fix our fucked-up relationship.
