Page 129 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I start undressing, ready to be scrubbed clean by him after the long taxing day. But he’s out of it again, so I enter the fresh, steaming water waiting for me in the tub, and for the first time in forever—just relax.
I wake up to the feeling of my panties being pulled down my ass. I’m lying on my side and Cain is pressed behind me—as always at night—but I can see by how bright it is that it’s already morning.
I moan lightly, then gasp quietly when he slides his fingers between my folds and starts rubbing my clit.
“Good morning, Little Wolf,” he purrs into my neck.
“Um, hi?” I don’t know how to act after being woken up like this, and I’m having a hard time not grinding my hips on him.
I mean… Cain’s my mate, and he’s sexy, and I don’t mind. I just had a steaming hot dream about him, and his huge body pressed against me makes me wet every night. And I was kind of mad when he didn’t initiate anything for a few days, and his touch is so hot… but also… There is this awareness that he’s a ruthless Rogue Prince that I used to hate with my whole heart.
I still remember all his war crimes. All the dismembered werewolves both in human and wolf forms, laying on the blood-covered battlefields after he cruelly cut them with his sword—even after already winning the fight…
“I’m sorry, I can’t… I can’t.” I grab his wrist, and he immediately stops touching me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, rollingon his back immediately, giving me some much-needed space.
There is a quick knock and Klara steps inside with my breakfast.
Thanks to the Goddess, because as much as I am a fan of healthy communication—there is no way in hell I’m telling him how I just mentally cockblocked myself. Not if I want to live my life comfortably with him on my side. And him on my side? It’s my only fucking option.
Even if I took his offer to be with my parents for a few years, I would still have to come back to him for the rest of my life.
“Thank you, Klara. You make me feel like a queen,” I take the tray from her, before she bows and quickly gets out.
I put the tray on my lap and dig into the delicious breakfast. I feel Cain’s eyes on me, but I ignore him.
He grunts and gets up. He’s naked for some reason, and sports a semi-hard-on. He does some push-ups and goes to the restroom. I can hear him pee, and I dream about living in a place with soundproof rooms again someday. I need to pee, too, so I go as soon as he’s out.
When I’m out, Cain is almost dressed in his usual black attire, and I go back to bed to finish my breakfast with slight disappointment—I’m almost used to not being able to clean my hands in a normal sink. Almost.
“I’ll come to pick you up later. Wear your sexy leather pants,” he says, strapping all his knives to his torso.
Pick me up? Pants? Oh, forthedate. I keep forgetting he asked me out after making me blow him in his office.How romantic, I want to laugh.
“I guess your father will be absent,” I murmur, rolling my eyes.
He goes rigid for a brief moment, and then starts walking to the bathtub—while passing me he leans down to my right ear and whispers, in his husky deep voice: “I’ll kill him for you someday, but please be a good girl in the meantime.”
I blink my eyes in shock.
Did he… did he just tell me he’ll kill his father? For me? What the heck does it even mean? Is it some sick game of his? It can’t be literal, right? Is it his idea of foreplay?
I look at him stunned. He smirks and grabs his sword.
“But seriously, remember about wearing pants.”
“Okay, I will,” I say with my mouth full of buttered toast.
“I have to go now, but I’ll come to pick you up around noon.”
“Okay.”
He comes to my side of the bed and leans over.
“I love you,” he says absently—like it is only a simple goodbye—and kisses my shocked self on the lips.
What the heck?
