“And yet you disturb me from tasting the best lips in the world,” I smirked, causing Jamie to roll his eyes.
Casey was squirming in his chair, but I didn’t think it was because of me kissing Harpy in front of him. No, he seemed much more interested in watching Jamie as he stuck his tongue out at me. Nazussjust ignored us all as he ate, too tired to deal with our shit this early in the morning.
“Um, excuse me?” a shy voice spoke next to our table. A young guy held a leatherbound book protectively against his chest as he looked directly at Jamie, his smile soft. “You’re Prince Jamie of Dule, right?”
“Finally!” Jamie exclaimed with a sigh. “I was starting to worry no one here knew about us.”
Ryn and Myve snickered at that, I simply smirked and waited for the guy to carry on with whatever he wanted.
“I’m Hyland,” the guy introduced himself with more confidence now. “I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?”
Jamie’s eyes widened. We were used to people asking us out, often they just wanted to get in on the royal family. Unlike me, Jamie had accepted dates from others in the past. Although I doubted he would say yes to Hyland, not when he seemed so interested in Casey. That would be so stupid—
“I would love to,” Jamie beamed.
My gaze slowly made its way over to where Casey sat next to Jamie. He did not look pleased. In fact, he looked seconds away from crying.
Myve seemed to clue in on it, dragging Casey with her. “I need your help in the library, Casey. Let’s go.”
Casey went with her willingly, likely wishing to escape the situation as fast as possible. Jamie didn’t even watch him leave.
Hyland and Jamie made their plans and then Hyland left.
Ryn scoffed at Jamie. “You’re such an idiot.”
I hummed in agreement.
“What? Why?! He seemed good enough to date?” Jamie truly seemed clueless.
I just rolled my eyes. It wasn’t my business after all.
Jamie huffed and left the dining hall. He would soon learn of his mistake, I just hoped Casey would be forgiving.
Harpy leaned closer and whispered so Ryn and Nazuss wouldn’t overhear, “Wanna go make out before class?”
Without answering, I stood and grabbed my sexy mate’s hand. There was nothing I wanted more.
Harpy and I were back on our cliffside spot because one make-out session had turned my claiming instincts on.
“Strip,” Harpy ordered, widening his legs in invitation.
I’d never gotten naked quicker in my life. My clothes were ripped apart in places, but I didn’t care. I practically flew on top of Harpy, my lips claiming his in a brutal demand.
“Harpy,” I rasped, then kissed him again.
“Claim me,” Harpy whispered, his lips eager on mine. I thrust forward, my cock finding his oil slicked hole instantly, then I filled him up, my length disappearing into his warm heat.
“Gods!” I yelled, thrusting harder, my instincts taking over completely.
Harpy’s brown eyes were wild with lust as we watched each other, my cock sliding in and out in perfect sync with our breathing.
His hand reached up and tugged on my red locks, slamming his mouth against mine. “Nym,” he breathed, his sweet scent of oranges filling my nostrils.
“My Treasure,” I replied, claiming his mouth again.
There truly was no other place I’d rather be than with my mate. I hoped he was ready to spend the rest of the day being claimed over and over again. Somehow, I doubted he would.
The end.
