Page 63 of The Night Prince

Then we’re inside Lowfell Castle. The narrow corridors flicker around us. Doors to drawing rooms and places filled with books become prison cells and torture chambers. He kicks open a door, storms inside the room, and sets me down on something silky and soft. It’s cool against my burning skin. The scent of dark pine wraps around me. My vision blurs.

“I need your help.” Callum’s voice is frantic.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can’t bethatbad in bed,” Blake drawls, his voice a little slurred.

“Not funny,” Callum snarls. “Help her.”

Blake is already on his feet, setting down his glass on the ornate black fireplace. He half strides, half stumbles toward us.

“Are you drunk?” growls Callum.

The air is sucked from my lungs as Blake gets closer.Blake.The male I loathe even more than James. The male who linked my life to his, and uses me as a pawn in his games. Callum is saying something, reprimanding Blake, I think, but all I hear is my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Blake’s pupils dilate. The shadows flicker around him.

Monster.

A low, warning snarl rumbles out of me. My caninesacheand his gaze drops to my mouth. Our connection is no longer just a shadow pulsing in my chest. The bond is a thread, and it vibrates between us like a living, breathing thing. The veins in his neck pulse. His face changes, hardens.

“Take your pet out of here. I don’t want her in my bed.” His voice becomes as cold as ice.

“What do you—”

“Now,Callum.”

“This isn’t normal!”

“It is for a half-wolf. Get her out of—”

I launch off the bed and charge at him. We careen back, and the wooden chair by his desk breaks and splinters as we crash to the ground. His body is warm, hard. My thighs clench around his hips, and my face slams into the crook of his neck. The taste of salt and dark pine floods my mouth.

I’m going to tear his fucking throat out.

He fists my hair, grabbing my head and yanking it back. My scalp is on fire. I growl and he arches back his head, closes his eyes, and exposes his throat. “Callum, get her off me.” There’s a trace of panic in his tone. I feel it. Itasteit. It’s delicious.

I lurch toward him, but an arm hooks around my waist and drags me off him. My feet are raised from the floor for a moment as Callum pulls me into him. He wraps his arms around my body, trapping me, imprisoning me. I thrash against him.

“Stop it,”he snarls in my ear. It’s a tone he hasn’t used on me before—commanding and dominant. His alpha voice. “What’s wrong with her?” The thing that rages in my chest stills, but doesn’t settle. A growl vibrates in my throat. Callum is breathing fast, deep. Every muscle in his body is tight. “What’s wrong withyou?”

Blake is on the floor. He’s pushed himself against the wall beneath the window. One of his knees is raised and his palms are flat on the ground, making the muscles in his forearms more pronounced. His dark hair is messy, and his broad chest moves up and down quickly.

The wolf shines in his eyes.

And what a sight he is, on the floor, cowering at my feet, his skin slick with sweat, glowing bronze with the light from the fire. A couple of strands of dark hair cling to his forehead.

Blake angles his head to one side. He returns my smile. It’s a dangerous, wicked thing that makes my heart pound even faster than the other two pulses that thunder in my ears.

“Blake.” Callum’s tone is stern, a warning—though his voice sounds strained. His arms are tense around my stomach and he’s breathing fast, too.

“Do you think I’m afraid ofyou,little rabbit?” Blake’s voice is a cool whisper of silk. “Is that what you think? The full moon is coming. I’m afraid of myself, of what I might do. We can both scent what you want in the air. Tell me, is it me you want to fuck? Or Callum? Or do you want us both at the same time?”

“Blake, that’s enough,” growls Callum.

I launch myself toward him, and Callum pulls me back. Blake’s head snaps toward the alpha of Highfell. “Get her the fuck out of here, then.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

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