He laughed as she clung to him, meeting each of his plunges with a rise of her hips.A gasp.Her fingernails dug deeper, urging him on.Pleasure bubbled through him, growing bigger and better.
“Scarlett,” he groaned.
“Yes.Yes.Right there.”
The beginning of his orgasm prickled in his balls.It surged, digging deeper before his climax exploded upward, outward, taking him by storm.
Scarlett screamed encouragement, her pussy clutching at his shaft and prolonging his enjoyment.Then, her grip on him eased, and she sighed.
She reached up to draw his head closer and kissed him, slow and deep.
Grata loved this woman and wanted to keep her as his mate.The urge to declare this sentiment rushed through him, yet he withheld the words.
He had no right.
Scarlett groaned and held her head.Her features contorted in an agonized mask.
A long moment later, she breathed again.
Ransom hesitated, worried about speaking, apprehensive about the outcome.
“The prince is stronger,” she muttered.“And angry.Or perhaps motivated is a better word.I don’t know how you bear having him inside your mind.His mental prodding feels black and oily.”
“The perfect description,” Ransom said, accepting that he’d go to sleep this blacklight with no barrier to his mind.It sent his stomach roiling because he’d betray Scarlett the moment they opened the prince’s chamber.
No, he had no right to express his love for Scarlett.Not when he’d captured her for the prince.
“Are you okay?Did your shield hold?”
Scarlett grimaced.“Yes, but it won’t if he gets much stronger.”
“We’d better not sleep so close together.”
“Like hell,” Scarlett said.“You might need me to wake you or help you pull away from him.Make sure he realizes if he kills you, he’s screwing himself.”
Ransom pulled a face and turned on his side.“I get the sense he’s not willing to listen to reason any longer.”Sleep was the last thing he wanted.If he could, he’d do without to have more strength to keep the prince at bay.
Scarlett pressed her naked breasts against his back, and he was fiercely glad she couldn’t see his expression because he feared she’d glimpse his anguish.
Ransom hated this.If he had to die, he wanted his death to have a purpose.He’d skewer the prince through his rotten heart at the first opportunity.
Ransom closed his eyes after a hard swallow to remove the lump in his throat.He regulated his breaths, keeping them even as he willed his body to relax, his mind to drift.The last thing he did was to clear the protective barrier he’d built to make way for the prince’s entry.
The prince exploded into his mind before Ransom had finished his conscious effort to open himself to the royal.
“Why are you traveling in the wrong direction?Who is the third being?I didn’t give you permission to bring another.Why are you sabotaging my release?”
Ransom groaned at the pressure in his brain.Hurt.Hurt so bad.
“Answer me!”the prince thundered.
“The volcano is erupting.We had to find a way around the lava river pouring from it since it was too dangerous and wide to cross.”
“The third being?”
“Scarlett has a pet.”
“A pet?”
