38. Genevieve

Attempting to appear cold and unfriendly towards each other was impossible with Nikolai’s deep, rasping filth in my head. /Honey, god scent between your legs, princess you’re soaking/ he murmured gruffly as I climbed the stairs without looking at him. My arousal was palpable in the air there was no denying that.

/No underwear sorry/ I said innocently, my cotton nightgown swishing underneath the black cloak that I was very much looking forward to him ripping from me.

/Don’t make me taste you right here in the corridor./

He kept his head down, stomping after me down the long stone corridors to our suite. It looked to any bystanders as though I was dragging him to get changed for his sister’s ceremony. The evil, damaged Alpha being shamed into behaving for his family. People would see my red, flushed face and assume he’d made me cry, not that I was trying to keep myself from falling over. The lust from his gaze caused hot waves of heat to race up and down my spine, my legs wobbling, hi