Page 33 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

She swayed slightly on her feet, and I knew then that she was somewhat affected by alcohol as well. Tipsy even. As she spoke, I could smell the faint bite of alcohol.

“I have all the right in the world,” I snarled back at her. “I am your mate. No one touches you but me.”

Ember barked out a laugh though it held no humor. “You lost that privilege the moment you rejected me.” Her eyes grew wet for a brief moment, then she blinked, and the moisture was gone.

A sharp pain burrowed into my heart.

Why the hell were there tears in her eyes?

Something told me that she was hurting—not physically but on an emotional level.

Did I do something to her to cause her distress?I tried to recall events before this club, but my mind was a jumbled whirl of scattered, fragmented thoughts and memories. I was too damn drunk to make sense of it.

“Get the hell away from me,” Ember growled. I caught the soft crack in her voice. “Don’t ever come near me again.” She whirled around, making to leave.

No! She can’t leave. She has to stay by my side. Forever!

My arm shot out, and I gripped her elbow, desperate to keep her with me. She struggled and writhed, her leg kicking out, her foot connecting with my shin. But the pain was dull in my drunken stupor.

“Dance with me,” I purred, my voice dropping to a husky murmur.

“No,” Ember hissed, baring her teeth at me. “If you don’t let go in three seconds, I’m going to bite your ass!”

A dark smile twisted my lips. “I can think of other more appropriate places for you to bite,” I said. Dropping my head, I nipped at her bare shoulder. It was merely a kiss of my fangs along her soft flesh.

Ember let out a yelp of surprise, her hand slapping over said shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She explained.

I swept my tongue across my lips, savoring the honey taste of her skin. “You’re as delicious as I thought you’d be,” I said, my voice ragged with lust.

Immediately, I saw her eyes honing in on my mouth. Her lips parted slightly. I swayed slightly on my feet as a pulse of want shot straight to my cock.

I reached forward, my hands encircling her waist, drawing her closer. She struggled, but even I could tell that it was halfhearted.

“Come dance with me,” I whispered again. “Just one dance. What can it hurt?”

Her eyes flared with indecision as she peered into my eyes.

“But you’re drunk,” she said, a brow raised.

I gave a wicked smirk. “Like that has stopped anybody before.”

I turned her around so her ass faced me. Then I proceeded to grind against her in tandem with the beat. I placed my hand against the middle of her back. Electricity crackled along my palm when I felt her velvety soft flesh. I hissed my pleasure, satisfied when a ripple coursed down Ember’s spine.Emboldened by her reaction, I pushed her forward so that she bent, exposing me more of that delicious bottom.

I thrust my pelvis forward harder. Stronger. Teasing her with just what I would do in bed. She let out a breathy moan, then began to twerk against me. I let my head fall back as a guttural groan escaped my lips.

Damn, was she tempting.

I gently grasped her elbows and pulled her backward to stand against me. My arms wrapped around her abdomen. We swayed against each other, not really following a rhythm anymore. The two of us were completely lost in each other, and I never wanted to be found. I lowered my head and licked up the slender column of her throat. Ember gasped, her movements getting sloppy.

Her arousal saturated my senses.

My tongue found the shell of her ear, and I flicked the wet muscle over it. Once. Twice. Before I closed my mouth over her ear and dipped my tongue into the canal, swirling it. Ember sank lower, her knees had given out, and I bound her tighter against me to keep her upright. I felt her hand bury itself in my hair, her claws lightly kissing my scalp.

I had aroused her enough that her wolf wanted to come out and play. I smiled at that.

Then I felt her fingers graze along my hardened cock, as she sought to find me. I let go of her ear and hissed sharply, nearly spilling out from that simple touch. I grabbed her hand and snatched it away.

I panted, my chest heaving. Ember’s own breasts rose and fell with labored breaths, though we hadn’t danced hard enough to warrant that much exertion.

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