Page 98 of Hateful Prince

She let out a little squeak as he smacked his palm on the round globe of her arse hard enough to leave a handprint on the silk.

“Careful of the dress!”

Tor grumbled something unintelligible while I leaned against her desk, watching with more restraint than I’d given myself credit for. Honestly, I wanted her under me right now, but anticipation and all that.

Standing her on her feet again, Tor spun her around and made quick work of the delicate hook-and-eye closures on the back of the gown. The fabric fell to her ankles in a soft whoosh as it puddled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of knickers with the word Wednesday written across the back.

I snickered, loving that she had days of the week knickers but couldn’t be bothered to wear them on the accurate day. My little rebel.

The scrape of a chair across the floor pulled my attention from the luscious curves I craved. Hades had positioned himself with a perfect view, his trousers already open, eyes hot on her.

“So, how are we going to do this? Her on top? Me on top? My face in her cunt? Your dick in her mouth?” I asked Tor.

The Viking snarled at me, his possessiveness getting the better of him.

“Now, now, we’re sharing. We talked about this.”

“Talking and doing are nae the same,” Kai said to me while Dahlia moved to Tor.

“Are you okay with this, big guy? It’s okay if you aren’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to please you.”

“You do please me.”

“I need to be part of this. I’m your mate. I need to serve you in every way. You want this, so I want this.”

Gag.

But also, it was a good line. I might save it for another time.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Would it help if you were restrained?” Hades asked.

“Restrained how?” Tor asked.

“No chains. You have my word. But my shadows are strong enough to hold you back if your beast tries to break free. Think of it like a safety net if your instincts get the better of you.”

Dahlia gave a little shiver none of us missed.

“You like the idea of that?” Tor asked.

She was blushing as she nodded. “I had a dream about you that went sort of like that. You were at my mercy while I rode you. And then...”

“Well don’t stop now, love. You’re just getting to the good part,” I encouraged.

“There might have been other participants. Mouth stuff.”

She waved a hand like it was no big deal. But from the way she was looking at me, I knew exactly what she was referring to. This was the dream I’d interrupted with my dick in her mouth. Oh yes, we were absolutely going to reenact this scene.

“Well I, for one, vote we make this dream a reality,” I said. “You in, beast?”

Tor didn’t spare me a glance; he was too busy hungrily eyeing Dahlia. “I’m in.”

Dahlia squeezed her thighs together and let out an almost inaudible whimper.