Page 40 of Rogue Alpha Prince
He calls me over with his right hand, so I stand in front of him between his parted knees.
“Kiss me,” he tells me, so I lean down and give him a chaste kiss. “You are right. It doesn’t feel like a big deal anymore.”
I don’t know what to think about him acting so… normal. Somehow, it scares me even more than his punishments.
“Well, it’s not like we have much choice in marriage anyway. You either have an arranged one, or you meet your destined mate. No choice in that either,” I say, looking at my two-in-one Rogue Prince, who holds the bottom of my shirt in his hands but doesn’t move.
“We don’t have many destined mates here. I mean… there are some in the lands, but not in the warriors' circle, that’s for sure.”
“I’m not surprised, to be honest. You do some horrible things.”
Maybe it wasn't only the maturity thing, like I thought this evening, perhaps you have to earn it.
He falls back on the bed and immediately frowns.
“Shit, I forgot about them,” he says, pulling some lemons from under his back.
I take one from him and bring it to my nose. It smells fresh and sharp and great—so much like my mate. Fuck.
I throw it in the air and catch it.
“Give me your sword,” I say mischievously.
“Why?”
“We both know you would be able to take it back in a second if you want to—whatever my intention may be.”
He folds his arms under his head, looking completely relaxed. “It’s on the desk behind you.”
I glance over my shoulder, and there it is.
I grab it. It’s way heavier than I thought but still manageable, even for someone my size. At least when you have werewolf strength.
I turn it in my hand several times and move to a spot a few feet from the bed.
I throw the lemon up in the air again, but this time, I swiftly slash it in half with the sharp blade of Rogue Prince’s sword.
So satisfying! I laugh lightly, making Cain snort.
I take more lemons and start throwing them, slashing, one by one, until I try and fail to slash two at a time—Cain finally gives in and stands up to join the fun.
“Throw me three at once,” he says, taking the sword from me.
I do, and he looks at them but doesn’t move.
“Hey!”
“Throw them again.”
I frown but do what he asks.
He moves his sword so fast and precisely that he slashes all three at once while I squeak in delight.
“Again!” I take more and throw them up in the air— he slashes them repeatedly, to my delight, until we don’t have anymore left.
Everything in the room is covered in lemon halves, their juice, and their intoxicating citrus smell. I laugh, happy, and Cain smiles at me—grabbing my waist with his strong, big arm; sword still in the other one, he leans to my cheek and growls into my ear.
That’s his wolf primal part, I can feel it. I can also tell he is about to kiss me.
