Page 24 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

Ember’s eyes popped wide open. “Flow of Lovers…,” she parroted, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. The clenching of my gut twisted violently. Her skin nearly matched the brilliant shade of her hair. She rubbed at her temple and let out a low moan.

“All right now,” said Ayauna, her voice echoing throughout the high ceiling. The professional dancer stood in the center of the ballroom, her glittering brown gaze assessing both Ember and myself. “We are wearing the customary attire for the Shahar…now we simply must master it.”

She stepped forward, her long, lean legs gliding effortlessly across the polished marble. She reached out and rested her hands on Ember’s waist, turning her to face me. “Assume the positions,” she instructed.

Ember faced me, yet her gaze rested on the floor. The tips of her ears burned, and she fidgeted in place. Her fingers gripped the edge of her corset, attempting to tug it down over her exposed abdomen, but it was to no avail.

Hell, I wanted to tug the damn thing down over her skin myself—anything to stop her creamy skin from peeking out at me, teasing me to lap at it with the flat of my tongue. She wore one of the most revealing outfits I had ever seen. And that was saying something because, having grown up attending royal parties, I had seen my fair share of skin. A fitted black leather corset hugged her upper body like asecond skin, the low hemline revealing her ample cleavage and the mounds of her breast. Only the aureolas were hidden from sight. The corset fell to just barely kiss the flare of her hips, leaving the smooth skin of her abdomen bared for the world. The small slit of her belly button winked at me.

My gaze dipped lower, arousal burning low in my gut. The accompanying leather mini-skirt hardly left anything to the imagination. The fringe cut just below the curvature of her ass, revealing her shapely thighs and cute little dimples along her knees. A set of strappy heels completed the wicked ensemble.

Ember peeked at me from beneath pouty lashes. She caught me undressing her with my eyes, and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“Um,” Ember said, licking her lips as she looked at Ayauna. “Must I wear this attire at the ball?” Again she tugged at her skirt in a useless attempt to lengthen the skirt.

Ayauna quirked a severe brow. “As I said, Your Highness, this is the customary attire when one dances the Shahar.”

“And who authorized the Shahar?” Ember asked.

The dance instructor’s nostrils flared, her eyes flashing—as if she grew offended that Ember would even question such a thing.

“My father,” I growled, my hands fisting at my sides. I wanted to slash something, my talons itching to slice out. Did my father want every male’s eye in the room to snag on Ember, to devour her body?

No! She is mine and mine alone.

Ayauna’s gaze swung to me, pinioning me with severe disapproval at my tone of voice.

“Oh,” Ember said weakly. Her lips thinned, and she shifted again. This time I caught the flash of one round butt cheek.

Stars help me…

“We are wasting time,” Ayauna announced. With a huff, she smoothed out her own skirt, which was short though not nearly as scrappy as the one Ember wore. “Now, Ember, I want you to follow my steps and watch me carefully. I’ll demonstrate, and then you will copy. Understood?”

Ember nodded.

Ayauna’s lips pinched at the corners. “I only accept verbal responses.”

A hint of amber shone within Ember’s eyes. “Yes, your ladyship.”

I swallowed a chuckle, though a soft snort escaped. Ayauna’s eye twitched, but not even she would dare disrespect a royal.

She inhaled a steadying breath through her nostrils. Then she moved into the dance routine. Ember and I watched as she did a body roll, her hips undulating and her breasts perking as she whipped her body in a serpentine fashion. The dance was created to have special focus drawn to the hips, ass, and breasts like one was riding a cock to oblivion…

When Ayauna finished the move, she looked expectantly toward Ember, who had stiffened—her body more frozen than an icicle in a blizzard.

I bit back a groan at the thought of Ember repeating those dance moves.

Holy Hell and all that is sacred…

At Ayauna’s brow slowly rising, Ember sighed and spread her legs shoulder length apart. Then she began tomove…sending my cock swelling and flooding with moisture.

She thrusted her hips forward and backward, her abdomen flexing under the sway. My mind leaped happily into the gutter as the thought of my hips meeting those thrusts rose to mind. The image of my mouth enveloping the rosy buds of her breasts that perked up with each drop and roll of her sensual body.

“Drake!” Ayauna snapped, ripping me from my lustful fantasy. I blinked rapidly and looked at her. “Stay focused.”

I bared my incisors at her, stamping down the embarrassment of being caught gawking at Ember. Squeaking, Ember immediately stopped moving and sprang to her full height. I nearly groaned at the loss of her dancing.

I wasn’t sour for long. Ayauna then dipped into a series of dance moves, each more erotic than the last, making Ember repeat every last one of them. By the time Ember paused, my heart hammered against my ribcage, and blood shot through my veins like pistons.

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