Page 128 of Rogue Alpha Prince
During days, I spend every Cain-free moment in the library looking for the book Atlas used on Claudia. He doesn’t come with me there anymore, which was the goal, so I’m happy about it. The problem is—I have to look for it by myself because there are no workers here, and even if someone was working here, I would be afraid to trust them not to tell their Alpha. Or King.
I’m impressed by how well-kept the library is—considering no one is designated to take care of it and how many people are visiting it every day. Mostly young women in a surprisingly well-stocked erotic section. I guess you do your job at putting everything back together, and then double-check it just to be sure, when the person responsible for your punishment is a ruthless Rogue Alpha Prince.
Somehow everyone seems to like him. Fear him, of course, but like him. Like he’s a good alpha. It's weird after growing up in a place where he is the definition of a devil, and the main character of all werewolf horror stories. Especially when you know they are true.
One time I even overheard some girls calling him the Prince of Darkness, in a very endearing way. Their faces turned beet red when they noticed me nearby.
Every night, on the other hand—after all the duties, ritual-book hunting, fighting pit, avoiding Cain in my Atlas-and-Claudia-infused free time, and passive-aggressive baths—I lay in our bed, wrapped in my exhausted husband’s arms. Andnothing.
He just sleeps. Sleeps! Okay, I was angry with him for the whole brain damage situation, but I always knew how twisted he is and it never stopped me from having sex with him before. And now, being pressed to his incredibly gorgeous body every night, his dick resting against my ass… It isn't exactly a pure-thoughts-friendly environment!
He’s probably just tired again, he gets up at unholy hours every day, and then works both mentally and physically all day… but it’s still a little bit infuriating. It’s not like I have any toys here to help myself with all of the pent-up frustration…
Oh my Goddess, I just reduced the Rogue Alpha Prince to a sex toy. Unused sex toy.
No, no, no, I can’t think like that!
Cain is already sleeping when I return to our dark room this fine, late Saturday evening—after dancing with Claudia and Gaia, whose son was sleeping with noise-canceling headphones in the carrier on her chest the whole time.
Prince of Darkness, I think with a smile, while I try to move him on the bed. His legs are out as if he fell asleep sitting on the edge waiting for me to come back.
“No, no, I have to help you bathe,” he murmurs with his eyes still closed, when I start pulling him up.
Have to?
“How did you know it was me?” I ask, trying to investigate if he’s starting to feel the mate bond while he’s still sleepy enough for me to escape.
Well. Could I even escape? If he felt the true mate bond, he would find me anywhere…
“You are the only person who touches me without permission,” he mumbles back, wraps his hand around my waist, and squeezes me.
“I’m your wife, do I need permission?” I try to move him a little more.
“I’m so fucking tired.”
“I know, go back to sleep.”
I stop in my tracks when he clutches my hips, lifts his head to my crotch, and inhales deeply.
“Um, Cain?” I pat his shoulder, as if it would help me free myself from his tight grip.
He lays back, eyes still closed, looking unconscious, but grunts in frustration.
“I’m so tired. And so horny. Are you still mad at me?” he asks, all sleepy and whiny, and I can’t believe that’s why he have not tried to initiate any sex with me.
He thought I was mad at him for the choking. Well, he’s not wrong, but also… How can I be mad at him when he’s so cute?
“I’m not that mad,” I admit, and lean down to kiss his slightly parted full lips.
I stop at the last moment.What the fuck?!
No, no, no. What am I even doing? Kissing him while he sleeps because he’scute?! Rogue Prince?! Because what? Because he didn’t think I would want sex with him after he almost gave me permanent brain damage? Where aremy standards, and why so fucking low?! Maybe he did give me permanent brain damage!
I stand up.
“Tomorrow is Sunday, so I’ll be able to finally take you on that date,” he says like a model boyfriend, and for a second, I think he will stand up after all.
I look at him but don’t say anything. He keeps telling me about this date but I couldn’t care less.
