Page 66 of The Dark Prince
No, I wouldn’t give my husband to another woman. I would protect him, even if he didn’t want it. He was mine.
And I’d break Aella’s prim little nose for touching my husband.
I raced toward the bed and threw myself at the princess, ignoring my body’s protests as I tackled her and landed a punch to her temple. She tumbled off the bed, caught by surprise. She shrieked as she fell, landing on her back with a loud ‘thump.’ A knife clattered out of her hands about a foot away. And not just any knife, but the one the witch in the woods had tried to give me. Where the fuck had she gotten that? Had she been snooping in my rooms during the day?
And why did she have a knife for a midnight romp with my husband?
Horrified, I looked down at Tyr, mask-less with his emotions bared to the world, his eyes wide and terrified. He was shirtless, with a gag stuffed in his mouth, his wrists bound with a heavy cord to his bedposts. He looked half-terrified, and half desperately thankful to see me. Tears swam in his eyes.
Something about seeing my husband trussed up, in pain, and crying made me snap. Aella hadn’t just been here for some fun. She’d tried to kill my husband.
I screamed and body slammed Aella from my higher position on the bed, grabbing her by her long hair and yanking as hard as I could. She screeched in pain, hands flailing out for the knife. I kicked it away, then fulfilled my fantasy of breaking her nose.
Crunch.
“You fucking whore!” I wailed at her, furious tears streaming down my cheeks as I punctuated each hit with every word that came out of my mouth. “Don’t—punch—ever—pull—touch—kick—what’s mine again!”
I rolled off her and jumped on the bed, ripping the gag out of Tyr’s mouth and trying to undo the bonds that held his wrists down. I was shaking so hard I couldn’t untie the rope. Tyr loosened it with his teeth, then untied it. Quickly, he freed his other hand.
He seized me in a crushing hug, hands roving all over me to ensure I wasn’t hurt any more than I already was.
“I’ll kill her!” I hiccupped, sobbing and completely lost to my emotions. “I don’t care if you don’t have any feelings for me! I don’t care if you married me out of duty! You’re my husband and NO ONE CAN TOUCH YOU BUT ME!”
Tyr’s lips caressed my ear, whispering nonsense words as he rubbed small circles on my lower back. I took a few shuddering breaths and turned to look at Aella.
She was a bloody mess on the floor, sitting on her ass with her knees bent up, one arm resting across them. The other hand was busy pinching her bloody nose shut. Her face was red with tears as well, but she hid it in her hands.Her dressing gown was stained with her own blood and was ruined further by the dust on the floor. I viciously hoped she cut herself on some of the debris in the room.
Aella hobbled as she carefully stood, wincing and shaking. Dark kohl smudged around her eyes, her makeup in ruins on her face.
“You don’t understand—” she began, only to flinch as Tyr ripped the sheets away and swung his legs over the bed, never losing his grip on me. He advanced on her like a predator.
“Get out before I kill you,” he growled.
I clung to his chest like a child. I could feel the rage pouring off him in waves.
Aella’s face went white, but she only took a half-step back in fear. Whatever she’d been trying to do, she at least was willing to own up for it.
Underneath my fingers, I felt soft, downy fur grow and retreat back into his skin. His grip on me grew painful as the fingers that held me pricked against my skin with a sharp edge.
He was so angry he was going to shift.
“Tyr. Look at me, darling.” I took his jaw into my palm, smoothing it up his face and threading my fingers through his hair.
He groaned and relaxed into my touch, his head dropping. He kissed me wildly and without abandon. I let him ravage my mouth, the heat between my legs only growing as his hands clawed at my nightdress and he pushed my hips against his.
I took control of the kiss, pushing back against his tongue with mine, willing him to submit. A rumble emanated from his chest and I growled right back, the sound vibrating in our entwined mouths. The hair sank between his skin, vanishing and staying that way. The sharp claws receded, leaving only smooth fingertips behind. I broke away with a gasp, panting heavily. Tyr’s hooded eyes went dark with desire.
Hopefully, Aella took the distraction as the time to escape. I didn’t bother looking. The slam of the door behind her indicated she had, and at the sound Tyr whipped around and pinned me to the bed under his hips. My mouth went dry at the absolutely feral gleam in his eyes. My lips were already raw from his last kiss, but he refused to grant me any reprieve, biting on my bottom lip and diving back in my mouth. I felt bold and high on adrenaline, so I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his breeches.
He groaned into my mouth as my fingers traced the ‘V’ of his hips and inched closer and closer to the hardness that pressed between us. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached down and fully grasped him in my fist. I had never touched a man before.
I expected it to be hard, but the skin surrounding his cock was just as soft as mine: both unyielding yet utterly vulnerable. Tyr’s entire body shook, and he arched into my touch, hands pulling at my hair. My scalp burned, but I loved every second.
I felt like a queen. The Dark Prince was writhing in the sheets and coming undone because of me.
In one motion, he grabbed both my hands, ripping them away from his cock. He pinned my wrists above my head as his teeth left my mouth and bit down on my neck. “No one has ever defended me the way you have,” he whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt up and down the length of my body.
I bucked against him, wanting to be free to touch him again.
