Page 53 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

The pad of his thumb caught a stray tear. His features twisted to one resembling pain. “Don’t cry,” he whispered.

A soft exhale breezed from my lips. My brows rose.

“I need to cloak your werewolf scent if you’re to go to the summer fae realm,” Drake told me.

My brow creased. “How will you do that?”

Drake’s other hand came up to cup my other cheek—his hands framing both sides of my face. Before I had time to question what he was doing, he dipped his head and took my lips in a scalding kiss that I felt all the way to my toes. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, and I gasped. Seizing theopportunity, Drake thrust his tongue inside, the wet heat of him tangling with my tongue in a sensual caress that caused my sex to become slick. I clenched my thighs as my arousal surfaced like a voracious beast—hot and needy. I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off but to no avail. His fingers dug into the sides of my head as he angled my head for better access. I struggled for a few more moments, but then his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, picking up a rhythm that brought back memories of our night together, how he’d slid inside me in one fluid motion.

I moaned as I tasted him, spiced rum and cedar musk with a hint of cinnamon heat.

And I caved. I relented to him like the waves relented to the pull of the moon.

My fingers dug into his shoulders and pulled at the fabric of his tunic to bring him closer to me. Impossibly closer. My tongue lapped at his, curling around his as I sucked him in. A dark growl rumbled from his chest that reminded me of a wildcat purring.

His incisors nipped at my bottom lip as he slowly pulled away, then his tongue peeked out to lap away the hurt. Then he withdrew. I gasped in a mouthful of air; my lungs starved for oxygen. My chest heaved with labored breaths. Drake’s eyes were hooded with lust; his nostrils flared as he caught the scent of my arousal that lay thick in the air.

My eyes roved over the length of him. His chest barely rose and fell, his breathing more even than mine. He seemed to have some clarity, while my mind was a scrambled puzzle I was desperate to piece back together. Seeing how unaffected he seemed to be by our kiss caused a seed of anger to sprout within me.

“You smell like me now,” Drake said, his voice a low purr. “The scent of shadow fae will mask your werewolf scent.”

My gaze dropped to my hands fisted in his tunic. Snarling in disgust, I pushed off him, backing up to allow myself precious space. Drake cocked his head, watching me with an unreadable expression.

My inner wolf dropped to her belly, lifting her tail and preening for Drake.

Get it together, dammit,I growled at my inner wolf.

Disgust crawled up my throat like bile at how my lower abdomen clenched, how my body responded to Drake—despite all the years that had passed. My body betrayed me, turned on like a damn light bulb, and Drake could so easily flip my switch. I knew it was necessary to hide my scent, but I hated how willingly I gave into him and moaned for him.

I wasn’t an idiot. I could feel the small ball of emotions deep within my core stirring old feelings reawakening with one kiss. And at that moment, I felt true fear being in Drake’s presence.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE SEARCH

DRAKE

Iwatched Ember from the side of my eye as we entered the summer fae Market. She put on a brave front, her head raised, and shoulders rolled back, but a flicker of unease shone in her eyes. She was concerned about being around so many summer fae, being that she was a werewolf.

I simply breezed down the dirt path. I was confident in my abilities; my power clung to her, and my scent overlayed hers—masking it. No one looked twice at Ember, and my being a fae, made me welcome in the sister land.

My thoughts raced back to the kiss I gave her to mingle our scents together. Her soft moan of pleasure sent an electric jolt straight to my cock. Even now, my mouth flooded with moisture in want of her taste. It had taken everything in me to stop kissing her and remember why I needed to kiss her.

I blinked hard, bringing my focus back to the present. The outdoor market was bustling with shoppers. Vendors shouted from their booths at passersby, attempting to entice them into viewing their merchandise. Various goods filled the outdoor mall: pottery and handmade rugs from thecarpenters, swords, and weaponry from the blacksmith. Jewelry and household goods also filled the tabletops. The scent of warm pastries wafted into my nostrils—a booth up ahead selling Papchika—a sweet bread delicacy known to the summer fae.

“What are we doing here again?” Ember asked, glancing at me.

“We’re asking around if anyone has seen any sign of Melodina,” I replied.

Ember nodded. Her gaze fastened on a blonde-haired summer fae female selling fine jewelry, and she shot straight toward her booth. Alarm shot through my veins as I caught the determined glint in her eyes.

The fae female lifted her head at Ember’s approach and smiled. “Would you care to look at?—”

“Have you seen?—”

I shot forward and wrapped my arm around Ember’s waist. She immediately clamped her hands around my forearm, trying to squirm out of my hold. I smiled at the female fae, who blinked at us in open curiosity.

“Would you excuse us?” I said, slipping an alluring grin on my lips.

The fee’s cheeks flushed scarlet, her eyes glazing over with lust—hell, it cloyed to her skin. She nodded with a dreamy-eyed expression. I dipped my head toward her, then hauled Ember to the side.

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