Page 29 of Hopeless Kingdom
Darrio’s strong body is still spooned against mine, his hot flesh brushing against my spine with every rise and fall of his chest.
I’m a prisoner here. For the first time in my life, my life is not my own.
And all I can seem to think about is these two fae men.
Chapter Ten
Friends
“You three seem to be really shook up over the fate of our lives.” Ryder’s annoyingly condescending voice greets me first thing in the morning.
Soft hair is still threaded through my fingers and I untangle my hand from Daxdyn’s hair. I push my palms across my face, trying to push aside how tired I still am and how sore I feel from my time with Darrio.
My legs clench closed, a soreness clings to my muscles and limbs.
I glance to him and Darrio looks at me with a small smile curving his lips before sitting up. The blankets pool around our hips and I still haven’t even looked Ryder's way to give him the time of day.
“I didn’t know sharing was your thing, Darrio.” Ryder says with a tone filled with ridicule.
“It isn’t what it looks like,” I finally mumble, sitting up.
Long blonde hair tangles around my face in knots of disheveled waves. My vest is askew and I quickly tug it back into place.
“Not what it looks like?” he repeats as his pale blue eyes shift from Darrio, to me, to Daxdyn.
Daxdyn glances up at me, a thin line set hard across his lips. He doesn’t sit up. He doesn’t appear to care at all what this day might hold. Long dark lashes shadow across his cheeks as he closes his eyes and rolls over, giving Ryder the span of his back.
“Whatever. You guys going to start the day or what? It’s almost noon and I can’t hide in my room any longer.” Ryder’s big hands shove into the pockets of his tight black jeans.
An impatient second passes while my legs shift beneath the blankets.
“Are you getting up, your Eminence?” He cocks a brow at me, nothing but snarky attitude is all he holds for me.
“I—” I bite the inside of my cheek as I remember how I just told him that this wasn’t what it looks like …
“You what?” His arms rise from his sides, and he’s all but tapping his muddy boot at me with childish irritation. “Spit it out.”
“I’m not wearing any pants,” I blurt in a screeching confession.
Darrio closes his eyes as if he can just disappear from this conversation. At the moment, I, too, am wishing I had that ability.
Ryder’s judging gaze widens. Only a second passes before he turns on his heels and walks out, slamming the door behind him.
Is he annoyed, or is it possible my prince is jealous?
“I have to go,” Darrio says. He crawls on his hands and knees across the tangled sheets until he’s right in front of me. A surprise gasp parts my lips as his mouth presses to mine. With a quick flick of his tongue, he leaves me hungry for more, heat pooling between my thighs.
But he pulls back just as quickly as he came.
“Wait.” My stomach turns as I realize what I’m about to say to him.
He pauses there, leaning toward me. The muscular lines of his chest threaten to distract me but only for a moment. Several seconds pass as he waits for me to say what’s stuck in my throat.
“What is it?” His palm sweeps over the back of my hand.
“I need you to get me something.” My gaze is locked on the way he’s holding my hand, avoiding his confused look.
“What is it, Kara?”
