Page 87 of Princess Claimed

“Oh!” Sliding between our facing seats, I settle on Blade’s lap, putting my arms around him. “That didn’t occur to me. It should have. I’m so sorry.” I stroke his face, loving the texture of his cheekbone scars under my fingers. “I hate thinking that anyone ever treated you badly, just because of your skin tone. King Dunkan won’t. I’m sure of that.”

Blade’s eyes fill with relief, and cupping the back of my head, he pulls my lips toward his. The instant we kiss I’m swept away, forgetting why we’re on this plane, whom I’ve left behind and the danger they might be facing. I float away on Blade’s kiss, as if we’re in zero gravity, my insides buzzing with joy. I could survive the rest of my life kissing Blade.

“Ahem,” Flame says from his seat across the aisle. “Should I make myself scarce?”

Turning on Blade’s lap to face Flame, I shake my head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.” My cheeks are on fire. So is the rest of me.

“That’s okay, darling.” Flame winks.

I grin. I’ll never tire of hearing Flame use that term of endearment.

“I know how you and Blade feel about each other,” Flame continues. “In fact, Blade and I had a little chat about you.”

My belly squirms. “Really?” I look between the two men. “You guys were talking about me? Behind my back?” I give them a scolding look that I hope comes off in the playful way I intend. “Care to share?”

Inhaling deeply, Blade nuzzles my neck. “Right now, I’ve got more important priorities.”

A wave of desire rushes through me. “Like what?” I smile at him.

“Like: you need to feed.” He shakes his head. “What the fuck did Crusher and Phil do to you?”

“Well, we did see some of it,” Flame interjects. “And holy shit darling, can you take a thick rod up your ass.”

“Don’t be crude.” Blade hugs me tightly.

Flame’s blue eyes flash with mischief. I’m not offended by what he said. I can barely believe my body had room for what Crusher did to me. And Blade’s right about my needing blood. My body should have fully recovered from last night’s extra-vigorous sex, but I feel drained of energy, like I could sleep a week.

“What you guys walked in on…” I suck in a breath. “What Crusher and I were doing… That was… Well, it was a lot, but it was also amazing. Fucking amazing.”

Flame’s eyes open wider at my curse, and I love that I found a way to shock Flame, even if it’s just a little.

“Glad you enjoyed it, darling.” Flame grins. “But you’re not yet recovered from getting drilled up the ass.”

I glance down, embarrassed by Flame’s choice of words.

“Whose vein do you prefer?” Blade strokes my arm. “Or would you like to drink some from us both?” His voice lowers, as if that idea turns him on. Or maybe he’s thinking about what will follow after I feed. Because I can no longer imagine feeding without it being followed by sex.

Desire builds inside me, and I’m grateful that this seven-hour flight will give me the opportunity to reconnect with Flame and Blade. My insides throb at the memory of the many rounds of sex with Phil and Crusher—of how much closer we got and how much pleasure I felt.

Worry for them flashes to join my good memories. But I can’t help them right now, and if I don’t feed, I won’t even be able to help myself.

“Speaking of feeding…” I stroke my throat. “Are either of you hungry?” I look between them, but they both shake their heads.

“We’re good,” Flame says.

The frequency of my blood thirsts has increased significantly since I discovered sex, but the men don’t seem to feed as often as I do. But when it comes to sexual activity, I suppose I’ve been getting four times as much action. At least I hope so.

My stomach flips. I hate the idea that any of the four may have taken another lover, even another vein, during the time that I’ve known them. I have no right to claim exclusivity. Not with any of them. Phil and I haven’t even discussed that, and yet I’ve never felt so possessive.

“Are you sure you don’t need to feed?” I shift on Blade’s lap, my fangs aching to dig in.

“Ladies first.” Blade winks as he licks his lips. “You need blood far more than either of us.”

“Yeah,” Flame’s eyebrows rise a few times. “Neither of us got fucked up the ass for twenty hours.”

I shake my head. I did have a lot of sex over the past day—with both Phil and Crusher—but was only taken back there once. It’s on the tip of my tongue to correct Flame’s assumption, but I hold back. He’s turned on by the idea, his eyes dancing with a combination of amusement and lust, demonstrating yet another part of Flame I find so appealing—his playfulness, and his lack of jealousy at knowing the other men have experienced pleasure with me.

Blade’s erection is pressing against my hip, and his hand slides over my thigh, sending new waves of desire and thirst rippling through me. His breaths grow more labored as he inhales my scent, and then he shifts my body, pulling me against him even more firmly. Across the aisle, Flame strokes himself under his pants, while looking deeply into my eyes.

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