Page 7 of Knot your Princess
Gripping my stiff cock in my fist, I press play, holding the phone up as I jerk off. Knowing the exact moment when she comes, I turn the volume up.
“Ah, ah, Nico,” she pants.
I slide it back, pumping away at my dick.
“Ah, ah, Nico.”
Rewind.
“Ah, ah, Nico.”
Rewind.
My breathing is getting heavier. My climax is rising—one more view.
“Ah, ah…”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan over her moan and shoot my load against a tree, not tearing my eyes from her beautiful face, a mask of desire in place. “Sophia,” I rasp and lean forward to rest my forehead on the tree. “One day, princess, I will impale you so fucking hard you’ll beg me for mercy. You will slick me up while my cock knots inside your pussy, locking our bodies together so you can’t escape me. You will screammyname. I promise you; you will be mine.”
Doing up my pants, I put the phone away. I’m playing the long game here, and the ultimate prize is Sophia Quinn. Shewillbecome my mate. Nothing is going to stop me, not even Aidan Quinn. I just have to be patient and do this play-by-play as I’ve been planning all these months. The IPP has its agenda, and I have mine.
Sophia will be mine; her body and soulwillbe mine. I will make her need me until she can’t survive without me.
ChapterSeven
Cain
Iscoop up the remaining spoonful of chilli con carne and rice and shove it in my mouth. I’m sitting alone at the end of one of the long tables in the dining hall of the compound. Everyone else has already finished their meals, and is tidying up around me.
“Hey, Cain,” Rick, one of the younger alphas calls to me. “The betas are challenging us to a cricket match. You in?”
“Nah,” I reply, looking up. “I’ve got something I need to do.”
“Okay, next time.”
He runs off, and I stand up, picking up my plate and cutlery. Taking them into the kitchen, I run them under the tap to rinse them off and then place them neatly in the dishwasher. Last in sets it to run, so I put a tablet inside and close the door. Programming it, I push the power button and hear it start up. Satisfied that my job here is done, I thank the cooks, two beta females who are goddesses in the kitchen and offer to help them clean up.
“You’re a good boy,” the elder one says. “But we’ve got this. Go and have some fun.”
I grin at her and take her at her word, disappearing out of the kitchen and into the warm summer evening. There are still hours left of daylight, and I have a sneaky suspicion I know where Sophia will be. She loves it out by the lake. I often watch her there. Not in a really creepy way, but because it’s the only place I see her usually. Being invited into her home earlier was a bit weird, and it made me nervous. I totally acted like a fucking weirdo. She hates me, but I wasn’t trying to be a dick. Well, not much. I’ll admit I was trying to push her to see if she had a fire like her mother, but while the spark flickered, it died. She is a beautiful rare bird in a gilded cage built around her for her protection, but it makes her sad. I hate seeing her that way. Even more so after today. I’m unsure of Francesca’s motives for inviting me into the residence, but Aidan didn’t seem too bothered either. In fact, he seemed relieved. Probably so I could be the evil dick-monster and not him when I laid down the law with his daughter.
Ambling over the grass and around the side of the compound, away from the cricketers, I stroll towards the lake and pause when I see her sitting on the shore, with her knees up and staring off into the distance. Her loose black hair is flying in the soft breeze. I’ve never dared approach her before. No one dares to even look at her much, never mind speak to her in case Quinn gets the wrong idea. It’s awful how we treat her. It’s no wonder she seems to loathe all of us, but our self-preservation is higher than our need to befriend the pack princess. We are a bunch of cocks. Every last one of us. Even the females.
I hesitate, wondering what to do, when she calls out, making my decision for me.
“Fuck off, you overbearing, controlling prick.”
I snicker. “How did you know it was me?”
“Breeze is downwind.”
She knows my scent.
She knows my fucking scent.
I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, the warmth that fills my heart.
“Come to yell at me some more about being a pot plant tomorrow at Wanda’s party?” She turns to glare at me.
