Page 97 of Hateful Prince
“Yes, please.”
There was no mistaking the relief bleeding through her reply. Either she was that needy, or I was missing something.
“I’m stuck,” she explained after a beat, arms reaching behind her to demonstrate the point. “I thought I was going to die in this thing.”
“I’d sooner rip it from your body,” Tor growled, stealing my thunder like he always bloody did.
“That would be a crime,” Kai countered, pushing past me to move to Dahlia. “Our mate is a fucking vision in this gown.”
“I think it’d look better on the floor,” Hades offered.
I stepped closer, taking her hand and pressing a kiss between her knuckles. “Any chance there are stockings and garters under that silk, little rabbit?”
She bit her lower lip, the lust she was trying to conceal swimming in her eyes. “No. Not this time.”
“Pity,” I murmured, continuing my trail of kisses up her arm.
“We doing this in the hallway, or are we taking this inside?” Hades asked, hands working the buttons of his shirt.
“In a hurry?” Dahlia teased.
“For you? Always.”
She backed up a few paces, the faintest furrow visible between her brows.
“What is it, darling?”
“Y-you’re all here.”
“Aye, we are,” Kai confirmed.
“We’re here for you, Kærasta.”
“Isn’t that what you want, baby doll?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. But shouldn’t we talk about it or something?”
“Is talking really what you want to do right now?” Hades teased.
“No?”
We all laughed at her obvious confusion.
“Am I dreaming? It feels like I’m dreaming. You four showing up at my door ready to ravish me. It’s like the start of a porno.”
I couldn’t help myself. I pulled off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. “Oops. I dropped my shirt.” Then I winked at her. “Now it’s like a porno.”
“D-don’t get me wrong,” she babbled, her eyes huge as she tried to look at all of us at once, watching as we all continued to undress in her doorway, “I’m not complaining. I’m just wondering what brought this on. The last time there was an orgy, it was because of succubus pheromones.”
“Kai said you needed distracting,” Hades offered, as if that explained everything. Which it must have because Dahlia let out a long, “Ohhh.”
“So naturally, we figured you’d be best distracted by our dicks,” I finished. Listen, I know she got it, but I needed to say it because the line was far too good to waste.
“Any more questions, beauty?” Tor asked, herding her back toward the bed.
“Nope. Consider me up to speed.”
“Excellent,” he murmured, grabbing her around the hips and lifting her up over his shoulder.