There were certainly much worse punishments than taking your clothes off for Destiny Duvalle. Especially when she was already stripped down to a sinfully sexy bra and a pair of pants that fit her full hourglass frame like a second skin. With the stiletto boots setting it all off, she looked like something from a wet dream.
Greyson couldn’t stop trailing his eyes over all the smooth brown skin on display. His mouth practically watered as he noticed the outline of her peaked nipples straining against the lace of her bra. He could smell her arousal in the spicy ginger undertones of her peppermint and cinnamon scent, and it was becoming more deliciously alluring by the minute. Greyson was using a significant amount of effort to hold his place and not pull Destiny into his arms so he could bury his face in her neck and run his hands over her curves.
“What’s the matter, Princeling?” she taunted, tilting her head and lifting an eyebrow at Xander. “Are you that used to people letting you win, or do you just expect them to let you off the hook when you lose?”
Greyson held his breath as Destiny stepped closer to them, until her breasts pressed against Xander’s chest. A muscle ticked in the prince’s jaw, but he made no other move as the pop singer stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear loud enough for them all to hear.
“I’m not one of your courtiers, Princeling, and I hold men responsible for their words. You owe me eight articles of clothing and I intend to collect.”
Greyson’s cock throbbed, and he wasn’t sure if the ache was his or if one of his packmates was sharing their desire through the bond. Probably both. Destiny Duvalle had no idea what shewas doing to Xander right now. And to Hunter, for that matter. She’d tapped naturally into their kinks, as if she could sense them.
Slowly, Xander bowed his head. His voice was controlled, but Greyson could hear the rough edge. Destiny was absolutely wrecking him.
“A deal is a deal,” Xander said finally, hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. “I shouldn’t have underestimated you, Frosty.”
“You seem to be having trouble learning that lesson. Maybe this will help it stick.” Destiny smirked, though her breathing was a little shallow. “Start counting.”
Xander exhaled a ragged breath. Greyson would’ve laughed if he could manage any emotion besides raging desire at the moment. If Xander could’ve described the exact scenario that would get him off the most, it would start just like this. It was fitting that a woman the prince was so determined to annoy would be the one to push all of his buttons.
“One.” Xander unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, head still lowered slightly as he watched Destiny taking in his bare torso. “Two.” He kicked off his shoes.
Greyson watched Destiny step back and lean against the pool table as if she wanted a better view. Her posture was nonchalant, but Greyson could see her pulse fluttering in her neck, her breasts heaving with every breath. She might be in control of the situation, but she wasn’t unaffected. He couldn’t help but wish Xander had managed to pot a couple more balls. He was sure that her panties must be soaked, and he wanted to see for himself.
“Three. Four.” Xander pulled off his socks and belt, then began to unbutton his pants. “Five.”
When his jeans hit the floor, Destiny licked her lips, and Greyson followed the flash of pink tongue with predatoryinterest. Her pretty green eyes widened at the significant bulge in Xander’s boxers. When the prince paused, Destiny lifted her gaze to his and Greyson could almost feel the air grow taut between them.
The omega grinned and circled her finger in the air, spurring him on.
Xander dropped his boxers. “Six.”
Destiny tilted her head, making a show of examining the prince’s engorged cock. Greyson couldn’t tell if she knew that her pupils were dilated and her scent rising. He could feel his packmates practically vibrating with need.
“Looks like you’re out of clothes,” Destiny said huskily. “By your rules, we need to discuss an appropriate alternative.”
Xander shuddered beside him as Destiny studied him, a finger pressed to her lip in mock thought. Greyson was sure she’d calculated on the deficit, and already had something in mind. His dick throbbed as he imagined the possibilities.
It was sexy the way she’d taken control, turning the tables on Xander effortlessly while simultaneously keeping all three of them eating out of the palm of her hand. Greyson would give this woman anything she asked for right now.
“Kneel, Princeling,” Destiny ordered.
Xander and Hunter growled in unison. This time, Greyson saw Destiny shiver. How was she resisting all the pheromones in the air? Surely, her hormones were telling her to submit, to whine, to let them take care of her. But she stood firm.
Slowly, Xander kneeled. His cock glistened with precum, and his breathing was labored. He was putty in the omega’s hands. They all were.
“Look how pretty you are on your knees,” Destiny purred. Greyson growled with his packmates this time, and she shuddered again. “The future king of Avondale, at the mercy ofa bubblegum pop princess who he thought was waiting in his room to suck his cock less than twenty-four hours ago.”
Xander groaned and hung his head, fingers twitching against his thighs. Greyson ran a hand down his face. Hunter hadn’t mentioned that part. Xander was such a bloody idiot.
“Tell your pack to take off their pants,” Destiny commanded. “Then we can consider your debt paid.”
Hunter looked at Greyson, his hazel eyes practically black. While Xander loved to be dominated, Hunter preferred to do the dominating. Greyson was more versatile. But for Destiny, he thought he’d be willing to try anything.
“Grey, Hunt—you heard Miss Duvalle. Your pants,” Xander whispered raggedly. There was no bark in his voice, only raw need.
“Next time, you’ll settle your own debts,” Hunter ground out through gritted teeth. “And you’re going to pay me back with interest for this.”
Xander swallowed hard, a frisson of pleasure sizzling through the pack bond. Greyson fought a smile. It was going to be a wild night.
