Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“I-I-I…” I stammered. I was in so much fucking trouble.
“We promise to return you in the same condition we found you,” Rowena teased.
Fiona giggled. “Well, almost the same condition.”
Yep, needed to get out of here. This was a mistake. A huge freaking mistake, and I was sinking deeper into trouble. This was reminding me of those Regency novels that Jack liked to read where all the nobility met up to pretend to be respectable at a party and then ran off to the gardens or secret alcoves to fuck each other’s brains out.
Hopefully, this wasn’t more of a Roman-style party where it devolved into one big orgy.
Either way, I needed to get out of there. Preferably with Nylian. I might have wanted him to build a harem of lovers, but the key thing was that the people in his harem loved him. This was just sex, and these people were too dangerous.
“I…I think I should be returning to Prince Xeran. He—”
“But we don’t want you to leave us,” Fiona pouted.
“Yes, we’re getting to know each other.”
I took a step back, and they answered by taking a step closer. It was time to run for it. Sure, it would make a scene, but that felt safer than spending another second alone with them.
As I was about to pivot on one foot and dash wildly across the ballroom, a hand clamped on my wrist. My heart leaped into my throat and my eyes snapped up to see Nylian standing beside me. While his face was icy and expressionless, there was a fire flickering in his bright-green eyes.
He snatched the drink I was still holding, killed it in a single gulp, and placed it on the tray of a passing servant without breaking eye contact with the two women. “You’ll excuse us.”
That was it.
In the next moment, he was pulling me out of the ballroom and along the winding halls without another word. The corridors became a blur, and my heart raced. Had something happened? Had someone let something slip about the murder of his brother?
“What happened?” I demanded in a harsh whisper. I was growing more winded as we moved just short of a jog. The damn elf had longer legs than me and was maintaining a breakneck speed. While he was still technically walking, I had to skip and jog here and there, or risk being dragged.
Nylian said nothing as we hurried down the halls.
At long last, we reached our private chambers. He threw the door open with a loud bang and jerked me inside. I took a breath to ask him what the devil was going on, but the words were caught in my throat as he closed the door and shoved me against it.
“What the fuck?”
The elf turned to me, and his icy expression was gone. His handsome face was beautifully flushed, and his eyes sparkled like emeralds in the candlelight. “I am done watching you flirt with others. You belong to me.”
My brain had zero chance of understanding that statement. The words had barely left his mouth when he slammed his long body into mine and kissed me as if our lives depended on it.
And then nothing.
Everything in my mind went to white static. I would have thought I’d died, except sensations flooded my body, replacing all thought. The warmth of Nylian’s perfect lips. The enticing brush of his tongue. The firmness of his hand as it cradled my jaw, tilting my head up at just the perfect angle so he could deepen the kiss. Heat rushed through my veins, melting my knees so that my legs didn’t want to hold me up while hardening my cock at a rate that was almost painful. This didn’t make any sense.
As I began to long for the kiss to go on forever, the tiny man who ran my brain woke up from his faint. I could feel him frantically flipping switches to get common sense back online and searching through files.
I was straight.
Right?
Right?!?!
Somehow Nylian’s other hand had sneaked between us to run up my chest. A moan of pleasure rumbled up my throat. The hands that I’d been holding up in the air came down on his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, I dug my fingers into his muscles, pulling him in tighter.
Nylian ended the kiss but continued to press close, his lips rubbing mine as he spoke, teasing me. “Mine.”
“I thought I was straight,” I choked out. Yep, brain still trapped in a loop.
“I know you did, but I think it’s obvious that it’s more complicated than that.” As he spoke, he pressed his hips forward, rubbing his hard dick against my own. A groan worthy of the filthiest porn erupted from my lips. God, that felt too good to be fucking real.
“Sadly, you still kiss like a straight man, but I think we can fix that.”