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Then, I wait like an idiot outside her door. Wasn’t there a reason I thought I didn’t have to knock? I regret it now as I stare at my erection, commanding it to go down, but the little fucker stays sprung and ready.
So, I think of Arlys. Then Rinan. Then both of them, and I feel my blood calming.
Their faces. Works every time.
“You can come in now,” she calls to me.
I open the door with caution this time. An image of her breasts flashes in my mind, and I shake the image of them out of my head, knowing she’ll be dressed this time. I want her to be dressed, don’t I? She comes fully into view, wearing the white nightgown. It hits her knees, is low in front and high in the back, and has little frills around her neckline that draw the eye directly to her perky breasts.
Fuck. This is going to be a long night.
‘“You’ll be sleeping in here tonight?” she asks me, her voice filled with nervousness.
I look at her. She’s tiny compared to the three of us, and much more delicate than a shifter woman. Everything about her is delicate, from her throat to her hands and feet. It makes her seem vulnerable, which is made even worse by her injuries. The wounds from the bear attack are red and angry on her chest, such a stark contrast from her ivory skin.
I wonder if they hurt. I shake the thoughts out of my head and run for the liquor cabinet in the corner of the room. She can heal herself. She’s leaving the marks just to make us feel bad.
Finally, drink in hand, I answer her question. “Yeah,” I grumble, answering without looking up at her.
If I look at her, I’ll remember how beautiful she is. Add that to how innocent she seems to be, along with the fact that she’s a virgin, and I’ll be in trouble. Those are my main weaknesses with women. Not that she’s a virgin, but that she’s beautiful and innocent.
It’s like the gods are working against me.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take a big swig of my drink. It burns on the way down, but it’s not enough. Something’s got to get me through tonight.
Our gazes connect. I toss back the drink again.
Princess Tara looks at me with such a soft expression. “Are we going to have sex tonight?” she whispers, her voice wobbling with nerves.
Sex with Tara? I gasp as the drink is trying to make its way down my throat and start choking. I’m coughing and hacking loudly and gasping for air. Princess Tara comes over and starts pounding her tiny fists on my back. I don’t know if they help or not, but when my coughing fit is finally done, we stare at each other, me gasping in breath, her looking horrified.
My mind starts scrambling, trying to gain the upper-hand on this situation once more. “Do you want to have sex with me?” I ask, confident that she’ll say yes.
No one has ever said no to that where I’m concerned.
She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear and shrugs. “I don’t.”
Is it because of her claim of being a virgin? Or something else?
I try to keep my reaction hidden, but I know my face betrays me. No woman I’ve ever encountered has told me that. I’m a big, strong, viral man. I’m a fucking prince, and her husband. How can she not want me?
Then she bites her lip and glances up at me through dark lashes. “I mean, I will. If I have to.”
Have to? Sleeping with me is not a chore. She’d have the time of her life. I’ve been told I can play a pussy like a damn expert fiddle player and a hell of a lot of other compliments that have seen women coming back to my door over and over again. But she doesn’t want me? Seriously?
That voice nags at me again. Could she be telling the truth about being a virgin? I push the thought away. There’s no way this temptress hasn’t been with a man.
I huff a little and ask, “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”
It’s not that I care. I don’t. But I still ask.
It’s clear she wasn’t expecting that question. She stutters and blinks too many times in a row before she answers. “I can tell that you don’t like me, so why would we? I mean, you can’t tell me you like me enough to have sex with me?” She tilts her head, studying me, innocence and softness oozing from her.
But is it real?
I frown, confused. “We don’t have to like each other to have sex.”
Where is that a rule? Hasn’t she ever heard of angry sexy? I wonder what her coven was like. The picture in my mind is of all the witches being taught lessons on how to bend a man to her will, in whatever way she has to.
