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“Was that necessary?” Prince Sulien asks softly.
“You could have gotten him to leave,” I challenge. “Or reminded him that I’m not a piece of meat.”
He sighs, shaking his head. “He didn’t mean it that way.”
“What other way is there to mean it?”
He’s silent. I hate when he goes silent. I don’t even get the sense he’s thinking, just ignoring me in hopes that I’ll go away. It’s almost as frustrating as the crap the other princes keep pulling.
Deep breaths. We’re finally alone.“What’s this test the elders have planned for me? And when is it?” I feel out of sorts, like I’m doing everything wrong when I’m just desperately trying to protect myself and my family, and I hate feeling like this.
But I need answers.
He waves me off and walks to his dresser. “Don’t worry about that. I took care of it.”
I glare at him, unmoving. I want my response to be calm and measured, so he knows I’m serious. But I don’t have that in me.
“You took care of it like you took care of the spell that got me four mates?” I take a step closer to him, trying to keep from pounding my feet in anger.
Nothing. I get nothing from him.Again. I’m damn near combustible. My throat is sandpaper, and my body trembles.
“Whathave you taken care of? Did you take care of letting me know I’d be awakened by movers this morning?” I grab a small wooden statue off the shelf near me and hurl it at him. He’s far enough away to see it coming. Or maybe his fae powers make his instincts fast, but he twists, and it misses his shoulder by centimeters.
“Did you get those three assholes to stop chasing me around like they’re dogs in heat?”
There’s a carved ball on the shelf behind me. I pick it up, then throw it with all my strength. But, of course, he catches it with one hand. Never taking his eyes off me.
I grab a little carved figure. “Did you take care of the spell that linked me to four men?” Then, I hurl it.
This time, he lets it hit him. It strikes him in the chest, then bounces onto the floor. Useless. Certainly not big enough or hard enough to do any real damage to a man made of steel, but I’d desperately wanted to hit him.
Yet, I don’t feel any better now that I have.
My fists are drawn so tightly that my fingernails hurt my palms. I cross the room, get in his face, and jab him in the chest. “As usual, you’ve taken care of nothing but yourself. What actual action have you taken?”
I blink, and he’s behind me, smelling of citrus and cedar. His presence so overwhelming that I instantly want to move away from him, but I don’t. He breathes into my neck, his hot breath branding my skin. My knees surprise me by buckling.
His strong, bare arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. His body huge compared to my own. Hard against my softness. I’m shocked when he plants a kiss on my neck. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to draw in a full breath as he presses one kiss after another up my throat, branding me with each touch.
“I take action when it’s necessary,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
He nibbles my earlobe, sending goosebumps dancing on my skin. Then, he turns me to face him in one fluid movement. His hand digs into the hair at my nape, and he holds me as he devours me in a kiss.
He’s not soft or gentle. His lips move with fervor on mine, and the urgency of his tongue to get to mine stuns me into opening my lips and letting him have his way. One of his hands moves to my ass and he grips it, hard, dragging me against him.
His erection is an incredible surprise. Thick and long, pressing against my belly. Announcing that this kiss is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me.
I don’t know what I’m doing when I reach between us and grab ahold of his cock through his towel, but his groan against my lips encourages me as I stroke him up and down, loving it when he curses and kisses me harder. His mouth slants over mine, his tongue slides up and down my own, and his hand in my hair angles me in whatever direction he wants.
And I like it.
These princes know how to kiss. Like no man I’ve been with before. And it makes me wonder, what else are these fae better at? The temptation to untie his towels builds inside of me, and I slip between the folds of fabric and grab hold with my hands.
His lips break from mine. “Fuck, Cassia!”
I stroke him harder, gripping him as our gazes hold. The air between us sizzles with tension. The need to have this man inside of me is overwhelming.
“This. Means. Something,” he says, his words grinding out in tune with my pumps.
