“Kai,” she says, pulling my attention back. She pushes off the chair and on wobbly legs walks to the counter, sits on it and spreads her legs, putting her at the perfect height. “Fuck me, daddy.”
My hand flies to the bulge of my pants as I squeeze myself to keep from popping off right then.
But I don’t need to be told twice. I unzip and thrust into her, making sure to keep my lips on hers.
I can’t control myself. My hips rampage into her impossibly tight, hot wetness. She strangles my cock, dragging extra friction of force across my piercings only heightening my need to come. My balls are so tight and ready to shoot off.
In mere moments, I’m spurting my release into Cinder, gasping and moaning, completely at her mercy. Cinder’s gripfirmly tugs at my hair, grounding me as I lose all reason and sense. There is only my dark princess.
“I’m yours, only yours,” I punctuate with a kiss.
One half of her lips quirk up in a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “For now,” she confirms.
Maybe it’s because I exerted the fuck out of myself just now, but I suspect it’s what she just said that has my heart sinking, spiraling down into my stomach cavity.
For now.
The tinkle of the front doorbell signals new arrivals to the parlor.
“Hey, when you guys are done fucking in there, make sure to clean up before you come out,” Tink yells.
Cinder buries her head in my chest as I suppress a chuckle.
“Got it, boss,” I yell back before we go about righting ourselves. I pocket the gloves, knowing one day they may be all I have left of Cinder.
It’ll be for the best. She deserves better. But I can pretend I deserve her. For a little while.
When we step out of the curtains, I’m surprised to find a very tall silver-haired man with a scar running down his face standing next to a striking redhead. They both are damp from the rain coming down outside now, dripping a little puddle onto the tile floor.
“Uh hey,” the redhead greets Cinder, her surprised expression slowly morphing to a smug knowing grin.
They know each other.
“Hey Red,” Cinder says, her mask off indifference back on despite her messy bangs and the smell of sex permeating the air.
Ah yes, Red. The other friend who got engaged before Goldie. The blonde bombshell told me all about it.
The silver-haired man is staring me down like he is trying to put spikes through my head.
“Prince Kaison Charming, a pleasure to meet you,” I say, sticking my hand out to the alpha male.
He simply stares at it before his lip curls with a slight sneer.
“We’re here to support Snow in getting her first tattoo,” Red explains, her green gaze bouncing back and forth between us.
“Cool,” is all Cinder says.
My nose wrinkles. “Does it smell like wet dog in here to you?”
Chapter 31
Spewing the Wolf
CINDER
In record time, Prince Charming scores an invite to Red’s wedding, despite insulting her werewolf betrothed.
Brexley was only slightly less thrilled than me, and I was shocked to find it was because Brexley is protective of me. I saw him act like this when Goldie first started seeing Ted, and we were on the same side of that protectiveness. But now to be the object of it?
