Page 106 of Hateful Prince
Shoving my pants down my legs, I crawled up the bed with my eyes trained on hers. I needed her in the worst way.
“How do you want me?” she asked with a wicked grin.
“Any way I can get you.”
She sat up, reaching for me, but I used a wisp of shadow around her throat to stop her, forcing my sweet flower back down on the bed. This position would do just fine for what I wanted. The way she writhed as I applied a little pressure presented her breasts like an offering to me. Her nipples straining, tempting me like ripe berries ready to be plucked.
I slid my shadows over her full tits, using them as an extension of me so I could pay attention to every single part of her. With my hands, I worked my way up her thighs, gently nudging her legs further apart to make room for me.
Her pussy was a mess of cum and lube, her swollen nether lips slick and bright red with arousal. I ran a gentle finger along her center, halting when she winced.
“Sore, baby doll?”
“I’m okay. Don’t stop.” The words came out tight and forced.
“No, don’t do that. Don’t set aside your own needs just because it’s my turn.” I examined my finger as I sat back. There was more than a mixture of cum and her arousal. A faint tinge of blood streaked the fluid. “Tor, do me a favor and get me a warm washcloth, will ya?”
The Viking was on his feet so fast the chair groaned in protest.
He was at our side seconds later, the square of terry cloth held out in offering. “Want me to do it?”
“I got it, thanks,” I said, hardly bothering to spare him a glance as I accepted the cloth and began to clean her up.
“Hades, what are you doing?” she asked me, propping up on her elbows now that my shadows had retracted into me. I wasn’t going to restrain her while I was taking care of her.
“They made a mess of you. It’s my job to put you back together.”
“But... aren’t you just going to make a mess too?”
“No harm in getting clean before we get dirty.” I smirked as I ran the cloth over her entrance. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on. It’s great.” Caspian had his hand around his dick as he watched us.
“Technically it’s thirds,” Dahlia said with a laugh.
I lightly slapped the top of her cunt and grumbled, “Quiet, you.”
“You know the only surefire way to get me to shut up, Daddy.”
I cocked a brow at her. “You asking for a dick in your mouth, baby doll?”
“I volunteer!” Cas said, jumping to his feet.
I shoved him down with my shadows, binding his legs against the wood. “Be a good puppy and stay.”
“What if I don’t want you in my mouth?”
The thought of hurting her by fucking her after she’d had so much already didn’t sit right with me. I wasn’t as long as Tor or as thick or monstrous as Kai, but I could still do some damage when she was already clearly battered.
“Baby, you’ve been loved so well already. I don’t want to take things from sore to unbearable. The last thing I want is for you to be in pain when I’m inside you.”
“I won’t be, I promise.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you.”
Cas snickered with unconcealed glee. “I called it! Figures he’d like to be called Daddy. The bossy ones always do.”