Page 158 of Rogue Alpha Prince
“No problem, your Highness, I remember they are your favorite.”
Shit.I didn’t want Cain to know. It’s another dot he can connect to other clues about our true Goddess-gifted mate bond.
I smile at Brandon politely, “It’s very nice of you.”
Ican hear Claudia snickering to herself. She spent enough free time with me recently to know that all of my princess façade is just, well, a façade.
“Rogue Prince,” Brandon bows to Cain, and all the mini wolves disperse into the crowd, probably going back to their parents.
Everyone else is still quiet and observes us.
“This is Brandon, and he will be joining our pack tonight when the King comes,” Cain addresses the crowd.
“Hi, Brandon!” everyone exclaims in chorus. It feels like one huge AA meeting, but I guess that’s what they always do.
Brandon turns and waves at everyone. He seems happy.
Huh. Suspicious.
Cain gestures at the music band again and they start playing. The crowd slowly goes back to dancing, eating, and talking. I give my flowers to one of the servants who were cheering me on before entering, and I wave at Claudia to join me on the dance floor.
“Ooh, dancing? I’ll go with you,” Beta surprises me, because he never wants to do anything with us. Withme.
On the other hand… Greg loves to dance and they are true mates.
“I’ll stay with Alpha,” Atlas says, eyeing me. “I have some questions for Brandon, anyway.”
“What, are you afraid I’ll command you to do a striptease for us?”
I chuckle at his dreaded expression, and get down from the platform with Beta’s help. He gives his hand to Claudia next, and the three of us start dancing nearby.
Claudia is simply a self-sufficient Goddess as always, but Lucifer has the talent to lead, so I don’t look so bad myself. Usually, I’m just fooling around with Atlas, not caring how bad we are at this. It’s a nice change.
We have a great time on the dance floor, despite the cold glances from Cain, but if I have to be honest, dancing with Beta Lucifer is weirdly nostalgic. I could swear it feels exactly like dancing with my brother, Greg.
After a few songs, he pulls both Claudia and me with twirls right to his chest. The three of us sway together to the slower bit, catching our breaths.
We finally go back on the platform—only for me to be asked by Brandon for another dance. I agree with a smile, because even if I’m not good at dancing, I still love it.
“It’ll be like the old times,” he comments, obviously thinking about Colton’s Christmas school musical rehearsal we ‘helped’ him with, and I giggle at the distant memory. That was when he kissed me for the first time, and we had a few good dates after that.
Cain growls from his throne, and before I can even comprehend what’s happening, I’m being dragged through the whole ballroom to the empty corridor by his iron grip on my wrist.
I’m being pushed against the closed doors with Cain’s huge, muscled body, as soon as they shut behind us.
“If you want to talk about your office—”
“I don’t want to talk,” he cuts me off, and leans down to kiss me.
What the heck?He was just ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder the whole afternoon!
He doesn’t kiss me long enough to see if I’ll reciprocate it, and I don’t think he even cares. He kisses me down my neck with raw passion, stopping only at my marking spot where actual tingles erupt at the touch of his warm tongue, and then he quickly goes down to my deep neckline and as low between my breasts as the grey gown lets him.
He moans lowly and I just let him do whatever he wants, keeping my hands on my sides, waiting for the development of action before I decide if I want it or not.
He grabs my hands and pins them over my head with one hand, then with the free one, he reaches into his suit pants pocket.
I hear it before I see it. Condom. He rips the foil package open with his sharp teeth andthenasks a question.
