Cupping her cheeks, I kiss her greedily, lapping up the taste of her. “So fucking sweet.” I swirl my tongue over hers. My hands drop to her thighs, pushing up her skirt as my cock stirs. If I’m not buried inside my wife in the next five seconds?—
“Ahem…”
I don’t want to pull away, but Dahlia’s surprised squeak is enough to make me release her hips and open my eyes. Her cheeks burn as she pushes me back a few inches, giggling. “Whoopsie. Got carried away again.”
“Looks like you weren’t the only one,” Blossom seethes over my shoulder. I turn to see her and Amaryllis watching me with murder in their gazes, while Kasimir holds back a laugh. The youngest girl, Eden, seems far more interested in the wall, her cheeks as red as Dahlia’s.
“We should get out of here before it gets too violent.” Amaryllis’s voice cuts through me.
Keeping my gaze on her, I take my wife’s hand. “It’s likely my men have already overpowered Elheart’s forces, so the grounds should be clear. Take Dahlia back through the forest while I deal with Elheart. It’s been over a decade since we last spoke, and there’smuchwe need to discuss.”
Now I have my wife, I want my sister too. If she’s not here, then I’ll at least make the bastard tell me where she’s gone before I kill him.
“You’re not facing him alone. What if he attacks you?” Dahlia blurts.
I chuckle darkly. “I think I can handle one slimy human lord. You don’t need to worry about my safety, little monster.”
“Still, I’m coming with you,” she insists. “Now, we can stand here and argue all day or we can go and find Elheart so you can find out where your sister is. I’m not leaving this palace without you.”
Fuck, I’d kiss her again if we didn’t have an audience. “Fine,” I manage. “But stay back while I talk to him. I don’t even want that fucker looking at you or I’ll gouge out his eyes.”
“Fine by me.” She grins wickedly, and this time I do kiss her.
It takes my soldiers almost an hour to find the snivelling lord. They find his ‘prized whore’ first. Lady Urma, or whatever her name is.
I have her thrown at our feet in the centre of Elheart’s throne room after Dahlia tells me the story of how she was kidnapped by my cousin thanks to the foolish whore.
“Please! Just let me go!” She’s dressed for travel. She was apparently stealing one of Elheart’s carriages when my soldiers caught her. So much for loyalty. “I’m so sorry, my lord.” She kneels before me. “I did not mean to disrespect?—”
“Do not apologise to me.” I crouch down to meet her soulless gaze. My tone is stern enough to make her body shake. “Apologise to my wife.”
“I’m so sorry, Princess Dahlia.” She kisses the floor by her boots.
As I stand, Dahlia tilts her head at the woman disapprovingly.
“I was only trying to please my lord. You understand how it is.” She grips the long cloak I’d placed over my wife’s shoulders to cover her nightgown. “We women have to stick together?—”
“Don’t touch me.”
Urma drops the cloak, flinching.
Dahlia turns to me, looking more demon-like than the soldiers I have outside. “I seem to recall Lady Urma telling me earlier about how dangerous the forest surrounding the palace can be,” she purrs. “I think perhaps a fitting punishment for her might be to drop her off somewhere in the middle of it. Perhaps several miles from here?”
“Your Highness, there are wolves,” she stammers.
“My wife is kinder than I would be,” I say before snapping my fingers to have her dragged out. Exile is already a fitting punishment, but I wouldn’t have minded her spending a few seasons rotting in a cell first.
“No! Please!” She writhes against my guards. After getting nowhere, she glares at my wife. “You nasty bitch!”
Big mistake.
I open my mouth to shout, but Dahlia beats me to it. “Drop her off at night, won’t you? Close to a wolf den if you can.” She grins at my guards. “We wouldn’t want her lovely skin getting sunburned.”
My brows shoot up, but Urma’s gone before I can add anything else to her punishment. She’ll be lucky to make it out of the woods alive, let alone crawl all the way to Night Alley to find a new whorehouse to work at. Besides, I’ve heard Kasimir runs the streets there, and I can’t imagine he’d be accepting ofa whore who had his beloved’s sister kidnapped, no matter how skilled she may be at sucking old lord cock.
Speaking of…
“Deliver Elheart to me,” I bark at my soldiers. It’s been long enough.
