Dangerous Mating (A.L.F.A., #3)(17)

He felt her heat, smelled her want growing. God, this was going to kill him. She pulled back, shaking her head.

“This isn’t right, Goddard. Can’t you see he’s in pain? Let him go. He can lie on the bed.”

He tugged on the chains, but his arm strength had yet to return. Yes, he’d lie on the bed with her. The prince forced her hand back onto his chest, pushing her close again. The touch was burned into his skin. His head dipped, his nose close to her hair. Sunshine and lemons. His most favorite smells as a child and now. Fresh, clean, uplifting. Warm.

She leaned against him, putting her mouth to his ear. “Play along,” she whispered then clamped her teeth on his earlobe. He growled from the slight pain. When she leaned back, her eyes begged him for something. What did that mean? She was playing, toying with him?

Chills slicked over his torso when her fingertips brushed his flesh. Her breath was hot against him. Fuck, he wanted her and there was no hiding his desire. He nuzzled his nose along her hair. A low rumbled vibrated his body. She looked up at him with large eyes. She felt it, too.

Her wet panties told him how much she liked it. He arched toward her, pressing his painfully hard cock against her stomach. He wanted her taste, whether from her mouth or her pussy. Didn’t matter. She’d taste so good both ways. Her hands slid up around his neck and she looked up at him.





Chapter Eleven




Kari knelt with her hands on the man of her dreams. This was way better than her little fantasy on the plane. Except in her fantasy, she wasn’t scared out of her wits nor did she have a creepy prince watching her making out with a man chained to the ceiling. She had to find a way to get him free.

Her entire plan to escape had been blown to bits as soon as she’d seen his face in the dining room. When he looked into her eyes, she knew immediately it was him. The agent they were here to find. How and why he was here, she’d work on finding out later. She had to focus on getting him—them—out alive.

Her new plan required her to pretend she wanted to have sex with the agent. Which wasn’t really pretending. She would like that, but it was too soon. When she made love to someone it was because she was making love, not having sex.

The prince had led her out of the dining room and down more hallways to another set of double doors. A guard was posted to the side; he didn’t budge an inch.

The plan was on track so far. The prince had taken her to where the agent was. Then when she was alone with the agent, she’d sneak them out a window to safety and she’d be the hero and they’d get married and have lots of kids. Easy peasy.

Until she realized the prince wasn’t leaving the room. And he wanted to participate.

She nearly freaked out. Holy shit. She’d barely had sex with one man at a time, much less two. And the prince wanted a piece of the agent. Now she wasn’t being judgmental. To each his own. Some of her friends were gay and they were the best, most caring people she’d ever met. But for her to be on one side of the tied-up agent and the prince on the back side was just too much. It would wig her out.

Then when Goddard put her hands on the completely naked agent on the bed, all thought flew from her mind. This hunk of man was hers to do with as she wished. His skin was hot to the touch. Electricity zapped low in her stomach.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. She leaned away from him. He was too intoxicating for her starved soul and heart. All reasoning and logic flew out the window when she was this close to this man. She was here to rescue him, not seduce him in some bondage fantasy.

She argued with the prince about unchaining him. Tried to get the agent released. Together, they could overpower the prince and escape. Goddard probably realized that also. Thus his telling her no. The prince forced her hands back onto the hot flesh.

His head tilted down and his cheek rubbed against her hair. He breathed her in. Despite the agent’s advances, she had to stay focused. How could she get the prince in a position where she could tie him up or knock him out or something?

It was obvious what Goddard had in mind for the three of them. Maybe if she played along until he was distracted, then she could attack. What about Agent Day, though? He had no idea who she was. She could be in the harem as far as he knew. Would he hurt her given the chance? Probably, if he could escape.

With the prince behind her, lying on pillows against the headboard, she leaned against him and whispered, “Play along.” Then bit his ear to complete the ruse for the prince. She pulled away and begged Day to understand what she was saying: she was here to help, so stop making it so difficult to pay attention.

She brushed her fingers over his chest. A deep grumble vibrated in his chest. What the hell? Was that his animal side peeking through?

Her undies were instantly soaked. Goddammit, Day. Did the man not know how to read eye sign language? Her eyes tried to tell him to stop making this hard. Joke was on her. His hardness pressed against her stomach.

She looked up at him. God, she wanted to kiss him so badly.

Then the bed bounced and the prince snuggled up behind her agent. She snapped her hands away and leaned back. What should she do? She wouldn’t let anyone be taken advantage of against their will, male or female.

“Kari,” the prince said, “would you open the drawer on the table beside the bed and pull out the white tube.”

White tube. Yeah, she could do that if her lust-consumed brain would get in gear. She leaned over the side of the bed and pulled the drawer open. Never in her life had she seen a bed so tall. Her legs didn’t lift that high. The prince had had to help her onto the top mattress. Good thing they weren’t in the mood at that moment. It was the most un-sexy thing she’d ever done.