Page 101 of Hateful Prince

In mere moments, she straddled my hips, the heat of her slick core gliding over my pulsing length and making a feral growl rip from my throat. Then she notched me at her entrance, the tip pressing inside but just barely.

“Fuck, Dahlia. You’re so bad,” Hook murmured approvingly, reminding me he was there.

A snarl slipped free at the reminder. It was easier for me when I could pretend it was just the two of us. I didn’t resent them for helping me bring her pleasure, but my beast had a near-constant need to assert his dominance. Probably for the best I was tied down, so I didn’t accidentally slip up and knock one of them out. Or worse.

Without warning, a smoky tendril wrapped around her waist and forced her down until I was fully sheathed inside her. She cried out, a wail of pleasure that matched my own, then turned her head to look over her shoulder at Hades.

“Not fair.”

“Who said anything about playing fair?”

She huffed, opening her mouth like she was going to argue the point, but a tendril filled her mouth instead.

“We’ll talk about it when it’s my turn, baby doll. Now be our good girl and take him for a ride.”

Kai approached the bed, dick in his hand, as Dahlia began to move on me. He brushed her hair away from her face, and when the tendril of shadow disappeared, he slipped his thumb between her lips. “Suck, lass.”

She moaned, rocking her hips slowly and making me wish my hands were free in the worst way. The lack of control was as exciting as it was infuriating.

I thrashed my head against the pillow, growling out my frustration.

“You doing okay, big guy?” she asked, voice breathy with exertion.

“Yes,” I gritted out, but apparently that wasn’t much reassurance, because she huffed out a laugh.

“You sure?”

“Fuck, Kærasta, you feel so good.”

“Just wait until I get what I want,” Hook said, coming up behind her. “Lean over him a little more, darling.”

He spit on her arse, his thumb following in the wake of the saliva, and he must’ve pushed the digit inside her because she tensed around me.

“Oh God. What’s that?” she gasped.

“That’s my thumb. If you’re good for me, I’ll give you more.”

“Yes. Oh please, yes.”

For my part, I wasn’t sure I could stand more. The added pressure just his thumb caused had me seeing stars. And the way she clamped down around my cock every time he thrust it in and out only made it harder for me to hold on.

“Lube,” she cried in a frantic whisper. “Kai, get it, please?”

“My pleasure, gem.” Kai opened her nightstand drawer and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid, tossing it to Hook, who caught it easily.

“Look at that. We’re a crew already.”

The flick of the cap opening was all the warning I had before she tensed and her walls became unbearably tight around me as Hook pushed his way inside her.

“Odin, fuck,” I bit out. I could feel the slide of him through the thin barrier separating us. It was unexpected and forbidden, and such a foreign sensation that I was about to come here and now.

“You can come if you need to, Tor. It’s okay, baby,” she said, her lips grazing my nipple as she rocked slowly over me. “God, I’m close too.”

“Then let’s see about sending you over the edge,” Kai murmured, his hand wrapping around her throat as he lifted her up enough that he could slide the tip of his dick along her lips. “Suck me off, gem.”

She took him into her mouth eagerly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded.

I would not find my release until she did. There wasn’t a chance in hell that would happen.