The mont she heard the na, Emira felt her stomach drop and felt a rush of cold.
What was the Crown Prince doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this place, was he?
What unsettled her even more was Zen’s reaction-or rather, his complete lack of one. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised by the arrival, which could only an one thing: he had known that Alpha Lance would be coming here.
Suddenly, she had a dreadful feeling... Prince Zen was definitely up to sothing.
Emira’s mind raced, searching for an escape, but her body refused to move. She wanted to hide, to disappear into the shadows, but it was already too late. She should have given up the ’training’ and accepted the punishnt Prince Zen ca! That would have been better!
Being in a plank position had been alright when he had arrived, but now, she was like this, her ass pointing upwards...She had a feeling that Zen had sohow planned this from the mont he ca here.
What she couldn’t understand, however, was how Prince Kael seed to move in perfect sync with him. They didn’t even need words when Prince Kael had ordered her into this position.
Her breath caught when a pair of polished boots ca to a stop just a few paces away. For a heartbeat, silence filled the air and she closed her eyes. At least Alpha Lance had co from the front and not from behind her...
But when he spoke, she felt another shiver," What is going on here?"
Sothing deep within her quivered at the sound of the voice, half in fear, half in a strange, unexplainable anticipation. She didn’t understand why her body reacted this way, why her pulse quickened instead of slowing. But her wolf seed to be abnormally excited suddenly, as if it wanted to co out and bare its neck in surrender.
When the other two did not answer, Emira wondered if they were waiting for her to answer. But, just as she was about to mutter a reply, she felt soone... Zen’s hand on her head...
Zen’s hand moved slowly through her hair, and she stiffened and closed her eyes at his touch. Suddenly she knew what was coming. Her hands clenched in the dirt even as her body heated at the touch... Slowly, almost soothing, his fingers brushed against her scalp, before moving lower, following the curve of her neck before gliding along her spine.
Emira felt her breath hitch. This touch was too light to be comforting and too deliberate to be innocent. Every inch of her skin responded to this touch with a tingling awareness spreading through her body. It reminded her of the first ti he had caught her and ’shown’ her off to Prince Kael...
The mory of that night, only seed to add fuel to the fire, igniting her desire to feel his touch all over her again...
And then- she felt his presence shift.
The sound of movent, the faint brush of his clothes, and suddenly he was no longer beside her, running his hands over her.
A whimper escaped her at the loss and Emira cursed herself for her need...
But she didn’t have much ti to do it. Soon, Zen’s legs ca to either side of her, just above her calves. She could not see him but she felt it.
. Emira froze, her palms pressing into the ground as she tried not to tremble
She closed her eyes, lost to the strange pull of his touch, the faint scent of him wrapping around her senses like a spell. It was as though her mind scread to move away, but her body... her body refused to listen.
Then ca the faintest whisper of movent behind her, and she realized he had knelt. His voice followed, calm and smooth, carrying that sa mocking undertone that always made her unsure whether to flinch or listen.
"Lance," Zen said evenly, "she’s training."
The words hung in the air, deceptively simple, but laced with clear aning. She was indeed training but suddenly the aning seed to change.
Before she could even process it, Zen’s hands were on her hips. A thrill shot through her at his firm hands on her and she had to forcefully stop her moan. He guided her back with steady pressure until her body obeyed-her knees bent, her spine curved, and her hips lowered until she was sitting on her heels. The sudden closeness of him behind her made her heart stutter.
She didn’t dare open her eyes. She could feel all three pairs of eyes on her now as Zen leaned in close...Just then, Zen leaned down and nibbled at her neck.. Emira flinched and threw her head back against Zen’s shoulder.
And that single movent pulled her gaze upward- straight into the cold, unreadable dark eyes of Crown Prince Lance.
For a mont, the world seed to still. His stare held hers, heavy and unwavering, and Emira felt her breath catch again and not from fear this ti, but from else. She felt her need pool lower in her body and whimpered, as if asking him for more.
And then Alpha Lance’s expression shifted, ever so slightly. His head tilted, his nostrils flared almost imperceptibly, as if he were sensing sothing. Recognition flickered then and she felt his eyes change.
Emira froze, mortified, a wave of heat rising to her cheeks as she realised that it was her need and arousal that he could sniff. She wanted to disappear then, but Zen’s presence behind her offered no escape, only making things worse, as he pressed little kisses over her exposed neck and shoulder.
And then, just when she thought she could not be more mortified, Zen’s hand ca around her neck and turned her head, taking her lips in a searing and punishing kiss. Her breath escaped her as she responded to the heated kiss and feel of his lips and tongue. His hand on her neck tightened slightly, choking her, but instead of making her panic, it only incited her more and she leaned close to his heat, wanting to be even more closer to him...
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