Chapter 26 Tiny Beast
Chapter twenty-six
Tiny Beast
Alaceandra
Dread knots my stomach as I watch the prince make his way through the tunnel.
Although we had been alone before, it feels different to be alone with him behind closed doors instead of in a place Sorin and Sam could easily penetrate if they were to come looking for me.
My eyes rake over the back of his form while he walks, and I feel a tendril of arousal snake its way into my lower belly.
Guilt fills me with the knowledge that just earlier today I had Sorin between my legs and now…
Now you are ogling the prince like he is your next meal. Keep your eyes up Lace!
I jerk my eyes to his back just as we make it to a rustic ladder Sylvia instructed would lead us inside our cottage.
We climb up and find ourselves in a dainty building.
It consists of three rooms. One with a soft blue recliner with white lace trim, a wooden table, an ice box and a large bookshelf.
The other with a large bed with the same blue and white lace bed skirt and linens, a set of drawers in the corner, and a cramped bathroom.
The space definitely seemed more fit for a single person than two, but I find it hard to complain too much due to my earlier accommodations.
I walk back into the room with the recliner.
The prince leans against the wall studying me.
“Looks like we are alone,” I blurt out.
“Looks like it.” He smirks at me. “Nervous without your little guard dogs?”
I narrow my eyes. “No, should I be?”
“I don’t know.” He pulls up from the wall and walks over to me. His energy crowding my space. “Should you?”
“Ah, I see the riddles are starting early then.”
He snorts. “As is your disdain, I see.”
“How did you even get here? Spyware inform you of our departure?”
“Oh, so you are aware of the spyware then?”
“I am smarter than I look, your highness,” I bite out sarcastically.
“But not as stealthy it would seem.” He smiles at me and then finally relents. “I followed you out, Dove. Watched you try to fly away and got sucked into the portal right along with you and your men.”
I roll my eyes. His gaze caresses my face, stopping on my lips.
I turn away, feeling a little flustered, but he spins me back around holding me against his chest.
“What... what are you doing?”
“You know… I’m starting to think those guards of yours are with you for more than a little protection.”
My breathing hitches. “Why do you say that?” I breathe, heart racing. How does he already know?
His thumb traces my lip, before lazily caressing its way to, what I now am for sure is, the hickey Sorin left on my neck. “The signs are there,” he says simply.
I shudder, but do not pull away. “And if there are? It is not like you want me for anything other than these games of yours. You act like the moment we are married you are not going to just find some other women to fu—”
I am cut off with his lips crashing against mine.
I freeze, my mind going haywire in disbelief before it goes blank.
He pulls back lazily. “If you think my intentions with you end at marriage, little dove, you are mistaken. You will be mine. You are mine, in every way and although I find your dealings with those men are not exactly bothersome, it does not take away that at the end of the day,” He nips at my lip.
“You.” He pulls me closer. “Will never.” He whispers a hair away from my lips. “Escape me.”
I push away from him, my mind dizzy. “I do not understand what you are implying.” I clear my throat. Did he just kiss me?
He captures me once again, this time crowding me into the cottage wall.
“Let me enlighten you, little dove. Our kings are disgusting pigs probably rampant with disease from their inability to control themselves. While, yes, I am a prince myself, you and your men seem to want to equate me to the troublesome behaviors of our fathers whilst forgetting you, yourself, are a part of a royal family. A princess no less.” He gives me a pointed look.
“Either way, I am not so insecure I need to try to beg for approval in the beds of the women of my kingdom. What is clear to me, though, is you and those two men are more than what you are trying to have me believe. If it pleases you to do so, you are free to pursue them. They are of interest to me, and I have started to like the impudent man you call Fadres, so I don’t mind him around. ”
I open my mouth to… what? Refute his claim? Tell him to back off? I am plagued with confusion, my mind and body trying to sort out the motive behind this change in conversation. He stills my dizzying thoughts with a hand caressing my cheek, his eyes filled with promise and warning. I swallow hard.
“As long as you understand their being in your life does not change the fact you are mine, Alaceandra. Mine to toy with, mine to cherish, and mine to…” My mind finally catches up with his words.
There is no way the prince is staking his claim right now!
I nibble on my lower lip as I try to figure out whether to be enraged or turned on.
Staking his claim… but also… willing to share me?
Lust starts to take over my brain as an image of me between Sam, Sorin and the prince flashes through my mind causing my gaze to heat.
He stops his next words, his eyes zeroing in on my lip trapped between my teeth.
He growls. “It also does not change the fact that you’ve been eye-fucking me from the moment you stepped foot in this kingdom.
As much as you seem to hate to admit it, Little Dove, you want me, and I am not going to let some asinine idea of what you think kings are and are not get in between claiming you as mine.
” His lips once again meet mine in a searing kiss, but this one is much more tender than the last. His lips coax me to respond, and I whimper in surprise at just how badly my body wants this.
My hands tangle in his hair as he pushes me back further into one of the walls of the cottage, emboldened by my response.
His lips forcefully take control of the kiss, nipping my lips to demand entry.
I comply, letting him lead, but meeting his fierceness with ferocity of my own.
One of his hands travels to my hip, gripping it to hold me firmly against his hardness and I let out a soft moan, my hands trailing his back, my nails slightly digging.
He lifts me up, carrying me to the tiny bedroom and crashing us both down on the mattress.
Trapping my wrists above my head, he palms my breasts roughly through my dress, and I moan, straining for him.
A shiver works its way through me as one of the prince’s hands travels to my center.
As his fingers ghost along my aching pussy.
I jerk. A crash booms from the other room.
We still. Letting out an annoyed noise in the back of his throat he releases me. I shudder at the loss.
“Stay here,” the prince commands in a gruff tone.
Yeah right. I follow him and he shoots me an icy look.
Arriving at the main room, we see little bundles of light crashing into the furniture and the walls.
My eyes widen as a zing of recognition tells me these bundles of magical energy are my own.
At least I did not set the place on fire.
I think to myself. Although I would not be surprised.
Suddenly, as if aware of my presence, the sparks all still before surging into the ground.
My eyes widen in shock at the place the lights once were.
Cracks in the floor are growing by the second.
I try to walk closer for a better look, but the prince places a hand on me.
A furry arm shoots through the floor, and I jump back.
Small gold and white flames lick the floorboards expanding the cracks.
Something starts to push its way out of the ground and into the room.
My jaw drops. A little albino ferret-like creature skitters out from the now small hole in the floor, before the flames extinguish and the hole closes leaving only a small scorch mark as evidence it was even there to begin with.
Fast as lightening, the prince has the creature in his hands, his intent almost certainly malicious.
It squeaks loudly and bites him before skittering up my body and onto my shoulder.
“Protect me from that vile beast!” the little creature says.
Wait says? When can animals speak. My scream gets caught in my throat.
“I can only speak to you since you summoned me, Alaceandra, but I will not speak much longer if that beast murders me!”
Barely audible noises squeak from the creature’s mouth and are translated into words in my head. Bewildered as I am, I decide to hear the little guy out.
The prince tries to grab the creature from my shoulder, but I back away. “Do not hurt him!”
The prince looks at me with wide eyes. “Do not hurt him? He bit me! And on top of that, he is part of the demoni. He obviously came up from the realms. He must die.”
“You grabbed him, it is only logical for him to bite you. Why would we need to kill him? He does not look like he will hurt us.” For some reason I just know he is friendly, but I give the little creature on my shoulder a side eye as if to say right? Just in case.
“Looks can be deceiving, Alaceandra. That is a very dangerous creature.” I ignore him.
“Yes, I have no plans on hurting you or your loved ones. I have come to only teach,” he squeaks out.
“Teach?” I say aloud.
“Later, Alaceandra. The threat!” The ferret points comically at the prince, before darting under my hair. I flinch as pain pricks my scalp.
“Can you talk to that thing?”
“I think so,” I respond.
“It is never a good thing when demoni are present, be careful what you tell it.” He gives me a knowing look. “I know the creature is cute, Little Dove, but it is deadly. It is better if the thing is disposed of.”