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Page 104 of Hateful Prince

Tor nodded and held on tighter. Cas continued to play with her body, alternating between using his fingers and his lips as he plucked at her nipples and rubbed her clit.

“Oh my God, Kai.” Dahlia’s panted exclamation had me following her gaze until I saw what she was staring at. My tattoo had worked its way across my torso, the dragon’s head resting just below my navel so his face was eye level with her pussy.

I guess he wanted front row seats to the show. I didn’t blame him. She really did have a beautiful cunt.

Closing my eyes, I let my dragon have more of the control he’d been craving. He’d been so patient, sitting in the shadows and waiting for me to let him have our wee mate again. This was the safest place I could give him room to stretch his wings. Here with her other three men. Men who’d die for her.

I’m trusting you.

“When it comes to her, you never need to fear me.”

With that promise echoing in my mind, my dragon’s wings—or their fae equivalent—burst out of my back. I rolled my shoulders, welcoming the unfamiliar weight. It was my first time fully in this in-between form. Both fae male and dragon. It felt... right.

Dahlia gasped, her eyes wide—and not from pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Hades murmured in awe.

“No fair. You already have a dragon dick.” Caspian’s fingers reached out and played with the membranous flesh of one of the leathery black wings.

Oh fuck. That was sensitive.

“Stop touching me,” my dragon growled before turning his attention back to Dahlia. “You, however, can touch me as much as you’d like.”

“Your wings,” she whispered, “Kai, they’re so beautiful. And big. I think if you extended them, they’d fill the entire room. Oh my God, can you fly? Will you take me with you?”

I rocked into her so deeply she whimpered. “Focus, my wee mate. We’ll discuss the finer points of flying after I’ve filled you so full of my spend ye cannae walk without me spilling from ye.”

Tor growled low in his throat, not appreciating the reference to my cum filling her. I could see it in his eyes; he was already plotting how he could replace it with his own. Poor Dahlia, surrounded by territorial males with a primal need to mark her every which way.

“Are ye ready to be filled, my treasure?”

“Yes.”

Hades must have used his shadows again because Dahlia writhed, grinding down as much as she could on my cock.

“Just lending a helping hand,” the smug bastard drawled from his chair.

“Fuck, I’m ready to go again as well. Maybe someone can lend me a helping hand?” Caspian asked, looking to Tor, who simply snarled, then to me.

“Mine are full, pirate. Use yours.”

Dahlia gave a half moan, half giggle, then reached out for Cas, slipping her palm over his chest and down until she reached his straining length.

“That’s my sweet girl. Always thinking of others, even when she should be focused on herself.”

“Who can focus with all four of you—oh,” she moaned.

“Less talking, more fucking,” my dragon growled.

I gripped her so tightly my nails broke the skin, sending little rivulets of blood running down her hips. For a moment I worried Tor would lose it and raze us all to the ground, but Cas leaned in and licked the blood clean before anyone could do a thing.

Then I drove into her, hard, fast, punishing, as I chased my release.

“Make her come, Caspian,” I ordered. “Make her come all over my cock.”

Cas leaned in, spreading her open farther with his fingers before sucking on her clit, his lips almost touching the base of my dick in the process.

“Come for us, beauty. You look so beautiful when you fall apart.”




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