Page 103 of Hateful Prince
The others were talking, but I couldn’t make out a word of what they were saying as I slid Dahlia down on my dick. Fuck, holding her up and letting gravity join us was pure heaven. Why hadn’t I had her like this before? Her little intake of breath, the way her eyes flashed in a combination of panic and pleasure, and the brush of her full tits against my chest almost had my knees weak.
Dahlia’s mewl of pleasure had my dragon surging to the surface. I could feel my nails elongating, my teeth sharpening into the making of his fangs, and I knew if I could take my eyes off Dahlia’s flushed face, I’d find a peppering of black and purple scales along my body.
“Holy fuck,” Hades murmured from his place in the chair.
“That’s not something you see every day, now is it?” Hook offered as he strode toward the bathroom. “I wonder if his dick transforms too?”
“It does,” Dahlia panted as my cock swelled inside her. “Oh God, it does, and... fuck, it just did.”
“I know exactly how tae please my mate. I was built for it,” my dragon said, addressing the room at large.
“Ribbed for my pleasure,” Dahlia quipped, but I rolled my hips, turning her words into a garbled moan.
Tor snarled and struggled in his bindings on the bed. “Release me, Hades. I need to go to her.”
“Are you gonna rip off his arms and beat him to death with them? Because if the answer is yes, my answer is no.”
“He willnae hurt me,” I said, knowing it was true. The Beast of Novasgard and I had an accord. We’d learned how to partner in this dance with our mate and were well acquainted with the steps. “Release him.”
The power in the room shifted, leaving a sort of chill as the shadowy tendrils receded. Tor was there almost instantly, his large frame behind Dahlia, palms skating over her ribs and up until he cupped both breasts.
“Remember that I let you have yer turn. I dinnae interfere,” I warned as he started kissing along the side of her neck.
“I remember. I’m only here to help.”
“You’re very helpful. The most helpful helper,” Dahlia babbled, completely swept up in the moment.
“Lie back on me, Kærasta.” Tor guided her until she was draped against his chest and I held her by the hips.
I couldn’t lie; it was the perfect adjustment. I could see my cock moving under the skin of her lower belly. Filling her so full she could barely take me. The change in position also freed me to lift her up and down my length. She was completely helpless in this position. Not bound, but unable to do anything except take what I and the others chose to give her.
“Oh, that’s... wonderful,” she breathed, eyes falling closed as I slowly pumped in and out of her.
“What a pretty picture you make, sweet girl.”
It was funny how only a few weeks ago that pirate swanning in here and stealing her attention would’ve made all of us jealous. Now? The way she fluttered around me at the sound of his voice only added to the moment.
Caspian also seemed content to take on a supporting role as he drew a lazy squiggle down her torso, his fingertips ghosting down between her legs, teasing her clit and then drifting back up until he was tweaking her nipple.
“So. Many. Hands,” Dahlia breathed. “But I need more. Please, my lord Hades.”
The grunt that left the man in the corner was one I was all too familiar with. He’d been hanging on by a thread since the moment I told them all we needed to take care of her. What I couldn’t understand was why he refused to join in and physically touch her. But to each their own.
Dahlia cried out, arching up as someone did something to her, but as far as I could see, nothing had changed. Her pussy gushed around my dick, and an unmistakable climax rocketed through her.
“Ask and you shall receive, baby doll.”
Cas tossed him a healthy side-eye. “Not all of us have to resort to tricks to get the job done, you know.”
“It’s not a trick. It’s a skill.”
“It is. It really is,” Dahlia breathed.
No one could really refute a point made in a voice like that. She was the definition of well-pleasured.
Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of Hades, jaw clenched, hand fisting his cock, eyes narrowed in intense focus.
“Hold her still,” I gritted out as I gripped her hips harder, the pointed tips of my nails leaving little divots in her skin.