Page 15 of Hateful Prince
“Seriously, tell me you’ve fucked him.”
“Kiki, he can hear you.” I bit out each word, my cheeks on fire with embarrassment.
“I know. I was hoping he would tell me the truth even if you wouldn’t.”
“I haven’t had that exact pleasure, but it’s only a matter of time. I’m a patient man.” He pushed off the wall and swaggered his way toward me. “By the way, darling, what are you doing later?”
My gaze flitted from Cas to Kiki.
“The answer is him, Dee. Him,” Kiki said with a saucy wink.
“I always knew I liked you,” Cas replied with a panty-melting grin. Or maybe since he was British, it was knicker-destroying.
I should have hung up on her.
“I’m doing what I always do.”
“Riding dragons?” Kiki teased.
“No, you asshole. Hiding in my room. Fending off ghosts.”
“Well, you know where to find me if you need company,” Cas offered. “I may not be a dragon, but I know how to rock a boat.”
“Do you want some macaroni with that cheese?”
I snorted, Kiki’s unimpressed voice taking some of the wind from Caspian’s sails.
“There’s my bestie,” I said, smiling as I took the last few steps to my room, pushing open the door and readying myself to fall onto the bed so Keeks and I could keep talking.
“What’s that noise?” Kiki asked at the same time the sound of running water registered in my ears.
“Fucking ghost.”
“A ghost? Ohmigod. I’m going to have a real-life encounter. Don’t you dare hang up. In fact, flip the camera. I need to see this with my own eyes.”
“You do know I’m the only one who can see ghosts, right?”
“Don’t ruin this for me.”
I’d have laughed if I wasn’t worried about what I was going to find waiting for me. There was no oppressive weight or frenetic buzz beneath my skin, so I was fairly sure this was Non-Moaning Myrtle. But still, you never knew in this place, and after the little shit in Dr. Masterson’s office, I was officially over all ghost-related nonsense today.
Flipping the camera, I held it out like a weapon as I entered the bathroom. Instantly I realized what a huge mistake it had been to listen to Kiki. She screeched, I gasped, and both Tor and Cain looked right at me. Did I mention they were stark naked?
“Guys, what is going on?”
“Ohmigod, they do have donkey dicks.”
“Kiki, I’ll call you back,” I said without taking my eyes off the spectacular sight in front of me. I’ve heard of nightmare fuel, but this right here? Fantasy fodder. I didn’t care what they were actually doing. In my head, one of them was about to get his dick sucked. Probably Cain, since Tor was on his knees.
Or, even better, they were readying themselves for me. I’d already been the filling in a Tor/Kai sandwich. Cain pulling my hair while I sucked Tor down didn’t sound bad in the slightest.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Cain said, pushing the dripping strands of his hair off his forehead. “He snuck up on me taking a shower.”
A little growl escaped Tor. “I thought I was joining you.”
I wasn’t sure if that was an accusation or a complaint.
“I brought you flowers,” he added, getting to his feet.