Torn
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Again, I looked around the room. “Considering where I am and where you are, uh, yes.”
Gliding forward, she stopped a few feet from me. She started to speak, but the bedroom door flew open, and the ancient called Valor stood there.
“The prince wants her brought to him,” he announced, pushing the door open further.
“No,” I said.
Faye nodded and then stepped back. “If you come willingly, I will not have to lead you.”
What seemed like such a small token of freedom was far more powerful than even I could have realized. My throat tight, I nodded and rose, holding the end of the chain. I wouldn’t be led to wherever the prince was. I would walk there of my own free will.
“Thank you,” I whispered to her as we followed Valor through the door.
Faye didn’t acknowledge my words, and we were silent as I followed them down the hallway. We weren’t going toward the stairs. I had a sinking suspicion that we were going to Drake’s bedroom, and I really didn’t like that idea.
We stopped in front of a set of large double pocket doors. Valor knocked once. The prince called out, “Come in.”
Valor slid the doors open, then stepped aside. Faye walked in, then me. The first thing I noticed was the giant, four-poster bed in the middle of the room, one even larger than the one I’d been sleeping on, and then I noticed what was in the bed, and didn’t notice anything else after that.
Drake wasn’t alone.
He was on his back, arms folded behind his head, and a woman was on top of him, riding him backwards, cowgirl style or whatever they called it, and that woman was that fucking bitch Breena, and she was completely hairless. Everywhere.
Holy sex show, this was so not what I was expecting.
They were so naked. Like, I was seeing everything. Everything. Breena lifted her hips, and I got a good idea of what the prince had going on downstairs. Then she slammed back down, her lips curved into a grin, and her eyes, unfortunately not permanently damaged, focused on us. The prince groaned in a way that told me we’d come in at the tail end of their escapades.
“Jesus,” I gasped, stepping back and bumping into Valor. “Do you need us to come back or something?”
“No.” Drake’s chuckle was deep and husky. “I was expecting you.”
“Seriously?” I squeaked.
He grasped Breena’s slim hips and lifted her off of him. She landed on the bed beside him with a jiggling bounce, and I quickly looked away, not wanting to see anything else. “Did she eat?” he asked Faye.
“A little,” she responded, her voice surprisingly level, as if holding conversations with the prince while he was having sex was something normal. Maybe it was.
“If you don’t eat your dinner, you don’t get dessert,” the prince stated.
My gaze shot to him. I didn’t want to look, but I kind of had to, because it was like a train wreck of sex right in front of me. “Yeah, I don’t want any dessert.”
“You sure about that?” He reached over, curling his hand into Breena’s mass of dark hair. He dragged her up onto her knees. “Do you want dessert?” he asked her.
Breena’s gaze shifted to him and she licked her lips. “Of course I do.” Placing a hand on his thigh, she leaned into Drake, pressing her front to his side. Then she licked the side of his face. “Do you know who else liked dessert?”
I tensed, knowing what she was going to say. “Do you want your eyes gouged out for real this time?” I said.
Turning her head to me, she smiled. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I think I’ve already proven that I can.” I returned her smile as my hands tightened around the chain I held.
“Enough.” Amusement colored Drake’s tone. He looked over at Breena. “You know what your mouth is better used on.”
“Nice,” I muttered.
Drake eyed me as Breena got down to making a better use of her mouth. “As if your human male doesn’t feel the same.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure he respects me,” I shot back.
“Respect?” Drake laughed as he stroked Breena’s head like she was a damn pet. “What does that have to do with it?”
I almost couldn’t believe he was asking that question, but then again, I wasn’t entirely surprised. “Everything.”
“Is that so? You know what I find amusing?”
“No.” But I was betting he was going to tell me.
He leaned back, giving Breena more room to do her thing. “You stand before me as if you will still be reunited with your human lover. I find that amusing. I also find it amusing that you think he would have you back even if I hand delivered you to him in a pretty bow.”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“If he felt the same way about you, don’t you think he would’ve found his way back here? That he would be storming the doors of our compound? We are well hidden, but where there is a will, there is a way.”
His words were like a well-placed smack in the face. Drake didn’t know what he was talking about. He didn’t know what Ren and I had shared, but those words still stung. Those words still spoke to the fear and insecurities rooted deep inside of me.
“I don’t need him to save me,” I said, stating the truth.
He smirked. “You can’t even save yourself.”
Resisting the urge to pull a Princess Leia and charge over to the bed to wrap the chain around his neck like he was a slimmer version of Jabba the Hut, I asked rather haughtily, “Did you have me brought here just to talk about Ren while you have sex?”