“Liar,” he says, biting the lobe of my ear. The feeling of his teeth on my skin sends me into overdrive, and I gasp, resisting the urge to slam my body into his, my mouth into his, stubbornly holding onto any semblance of control that I have.
He moves his mouth away from my ear and hovers it above my lips. But he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he whispers, “Dinner tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear the black dress again. I didn’t get a chance to bow to you in it.”
He turns and leaves, exiting the pool house, leaving me feeling flushed. That’s fine. Two can play at this game.
I leave the pool house, passing Holly and Elle again. Elle glances from Asmo to me, a concerned expression on her face. I shoot her a thumbs up, although I still feel like I’m slightly shaking, and she puts her head in her hands, groaning. Holly looks confused, so I shoot her a smile and blow her a kiss, the expression on her face growing even more confused.
When I get back to the group, Asmo is sitting in his previous spot. Instead of returning to my place between the two brothers, I walk to the pool, peeling my clothes off and stripping down to my underwear. I use my magic to heat the pool, focusing on heating it from the ground and sending warmth to each individual stone. Steam begins to slowly rise, and I toss my shirt over my head, revealing a lacy white bralette.
When I get to the steps of the pool, I slowly descend them, my very core feeling the warmth of the water. I look back at the group to find everyone’s eyes already on me. Barrett’s looking at me with a broad smile, but the rest are looking at me like they want to devour me. The atmosphere has shifted again, and this time, desire floods the air.
Slowly, the princes rise and make their way to the pool, shedding their own clothes as they get closer. They’re all godly in their own ways, each of them sculpted like warriors with muscles lining every inch of their bodies. Barrett, in his black boxer briefs, makes a beeline for the drinks and brings back the entire bucket, setting it beside the pool for easy access. Mother bless him.
Koa grabs a drink before descending the steps, heading straight to me. Marik and Asmo are right behind him, both staring at me. August opts to forego the stairs, instead jumping into the deep end, splashing us all.
Koa reaches me first, smiling as he approaches. “Hey, you,” he says.
“Koa,” I say warmly, returning his smile. The water comes to his waist, exposing his perfect abs. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his arms wrap around my waist.
“Hi,” he says, but his tone and body language are holding back. I can feel the effort it’s taking him to keep his eyes on me, likely because Asmo and Marik are watching us like snakes about to strike. But I don’t care.
“I don’t blame you for the other night,” I say, looking up at him.
He sighs and says, “Thanks for saying that. But it’s hard not to feel a little guilty.”
“Can I show you how much Idon’tblame you?” I ask, a smile on my face as I press my body against his.
He returns the smile and leans in to kiss me. I tighten my arms around his neck again and lean into the kiss. He pulls away before I can really get into it, and I frown a little but don’t push it.
“Alright, lady and gents,” Barrett’s voice booms. “Let’s get this party started. How about a friendly game of chicken? Winners get…what should the winners get, Mae?” Barrett asks me.
I contemplate this. There’s nothing that they lack, each of them a High Prince with everything. “Hm…How about instead of winning something, the losing team has to streak from one end of the pool to the other,” I say, beaming, feeling the alcohol and the steam rising to my head.
“You heard your Queen,” Barrett says. “Mae, whose team do you want to be on?”
I wag my finger at him. “Oh, no. That wouldn’t be fair. The teams have to be princes against princes.”
Barrett beams and divides the princes into teams: Marik and Barrett versus Koa and August, Asmo opting to sit out.
As they play, I make my way to the bucket of drinks on the other side of the pool. Before I can reach it, strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and pull me backward. I’m sitting in someone’s lap on the stairs of the pool, the water coming up to my chest.
“Hello, princess,” Asmo says against my ear, his ‘s’ sounding slithery. The sound makes me squirm against him, and he chuckles.
“I do enjoy making you squirm,” he says.
“Oh, do you?” I ask. “Is my squirming one of the things that drives you crazy?” I ask, throwing a little venom in my voice while I wiggle my ass into his lap. I feel his body respond as soon as I do, and heat fills my lower belly.
“Oh, princess, you have no idea all of the little things you do that drive me crazy.” His right hand is splayed across my lower stomach, his finger near the edge of my underwear.
“What exactly do I do that makes you crazy?” I ask him, struggling to keep my voice steady. I can feel the impressive length of his erection through the thin layer of clothes between us.
His left hand comes to trace the bottom of my bralette, and he says, “Well, for one, this is driving me crazy.” His finger grazes the lace just below my breast. His right hand drifts lower, one finger running along the edge of my white cotton underwear. “This, in particular, is driving me insane. But watching you kiss Koa…drove me absolutely, utterly mad.”
“How insane?” I push, testing his limits as he tests mine.
He shifts, his hips pressing into me from beneath me. “I think you know just how much,” he whispers into my ear. I groan, feeling his length beneath me. I’m seated perfectly on top of it, and my body throbs in response. “I can feel how you respond to me,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t think I can’t tell how much you desire me, too.”
“So, you admit that you desire me?” I ask him.
