Page 32 of Prisoner of the Lycan Prince

So were their faces. Two brutish-looking men stared through the window, their gazes locked on me. Intense emotion burned in their narrowed eyes. It was almost like…possession. My instincts fired again, urging me to flee the males who stared me down like they meant to hunt and claim me.

A shiver trembled through me. “Can they get in?” I asked hoarsely.

“No,” Einar said, his shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. “The house is warded.”

Relief loosened my knees, and I dared to break the horse-men’s stares so I could focus on Einar. “Why are they looking at me like that?”

“They’re centaurs. It’s their breeding season. You tried to get between them during a dominance contest, and you smell like—” He snapped his jaw shut. He stared at me, tension rolling off him. The tendons in his neck stood out like he was holding himself in check.

“What?” I asked, my heart pumping faster. “What do I smell like?”

Arousal slammed into me, the juncture of my thighs throbbing so fiercely I doubled over. My vision blurred as moisture flooded my panties.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, going to my knees on the kitchen floor. Outside, one of the centaurs roared. The sound vibrated the glass.

“Sir,” Arlo said sharply. “You have to get Miss Ward upstairs. If this glass breaks?—”

“I’m aware of the danger,” Einar growled.

Another wave of arousal crashed through me. My nipples tightened, the tips throbbing in sync with the ache between my legs.

“I don’t…” I croaked. “I don’t understand.” What the hell was happening to me?

Another roar rattled the glass.

Arlo’s footsteps rushed across the kitchen. “Prince Einar, you have to get Miss Ward out of sight!”

With a savage curse, Einar scooped me from the floor and rushed me from the kitchen. Another wave of need struck, and I cried out as I clung to his chest. The waves of arousal kept coming, each one climbing higher and crashing harder. More hot moisture dampened my panties.

“Fuck,” Einar said, moving faster. He ran through the house and up the stairs, not slowing until he barreled into my bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us.

My body was a live wire, every nerve ending buzzing with an intensity that stole my breath. In some dim, rational corner of my mind, I knew something was very, very wrong. This wasn’t normal, and I should most definitely be mortified. But I couldn’t summon the will to care. Not with lust searing me from the inside out. As Einar deposited me in the center of the bed, I couldn’t stifle my whimper.

Einar’s gaze met mine, concern and frustration in his silver eyes. But there was something else too—an emotion I couldn’t decipher. He braced a hand on the bed, his shoulders rigid. A delicious scent teased my nose. Pine, leather, and something indelibly masculine.

Him.

The ache between my legs pulsed harder. My panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to my most private places. I squirmed on the bed, a flush spreading down my chest. My heartbeat pounded in my clit, every beat accompanied by more moisture trickling from my pussy.

Einar sucked in a breath. Gold flickered over his eyes. And it should have been terrifying. Instead, it was captivating.

“What’s happening to me?” I choked out, clutching at the bedsheets as another wave of desire threatened to rip me apart. Sweat beaded my skin. My breasts throbbed, my nipples tingling. A glance down confirmed they thrust against my camisole like tiny arrow points.

For a moment, Einar just stared, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he struggled to control himself. When he spoke at last, his voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it. “Centaurs are highly sexual creatures. Their lust must have affected you.” He hesitated, the muscle twitching again. “Are you ovulating?”

“What?” I gasped.

“Something must have set them off. If you’re fertile and…needy, they must have sensed it.”

“I—” Another wave smacked into me, snatching my breath and tossing me into a turbulent sea of raw desire. My hips rolled of their own accord. The ache between my legs swelled to the point of pain. My vision blurred. I clung to the sheets, helpless to do anything but thrust my aching pussy into the air, desperate for friction. For anything. Fear rose along with my lust. The arousal was too much, the waves too high for me to endure.

“Help me,” I gasped, tears burning my eyes. “Please, Einar, make it stop.”

Einar’s mouth tightened. He straightened, then stepped back.

“No! Please, don’t go. Please. It hurts so bad.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but getting relief.

Einar rubbed a hand over his mouth. “Touch yourself,” he muttered around his fingers.

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