Page 40 of Beauty and Her Beasts (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 1)

Once he stilled, he fell to my side and curled me into him.

“What did you think?” he murmured.

“The best yet,” I said. “Though I would never compare you with any other man. You just have a different way of pleasing me. And I loved every moment of it.”

“Don’t be surprised if you can’t walk later,” he boasted.

“Full of yourself, aren’t you?” I asked.

He chuckled. “You’ll see.”

We settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before Gunnar started to softly snore. Just as I was about to close my eyes and let sleep take over me, there was a startling loud knock at my door. I no sooner had the chance to wrap the sheet around me when my door barged open and King stormed into the room.

He stopped as he hit the center of the floor and sniffed then looked toward me and Gunnar. Murder burned through his eyes.

I lifted up my hands and said, “Don’t you even think of it, or so help me I will never speak to you again.”

King settled his shocked gaze on mine. He snapped out whatever had his anger raised so high and rushed to me, wrapping me into his arms.

“Did you find my father?” I asked.

He pulled away from me. “Yes. But there was no sign of Collin. Declan stayed behind to hunt for him.”

I nodded as a pinch of worry settled in the center of my forehead. “Where is he?”

“I have him sleeping in a room down the hall,” King said. “You can see him in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I said and kissed King full on the mouth.

Gunnar cleared his throat. “Welcome back.”

He grunted as he slid to the edge of the bed and wrapped a blanket around him before walking across the room to pick up his clothing.

That burning fire returned to King’s eyes moments before they met mine. I frowned at him. “I don’t belong to you. I can sleep with whoever I want to.”

“Did it have to be him?” he asked.

I arched an eyebrow. “Yes. It did.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

Gunnar, dressed again, approached us. “So, what happened?”

16

DECLAN

I decided to hang out around the cottage to wait for Collin or see if I could catch a whiff of him hanging around. After a couple of hours of not catching his scent, I decided to search the town. I was about to give up when I caught his scent. I ended up tracking him to a local inn. With a little digging, and a bribe or two to the front desk concierge, I got the number of his room.

It was there I confronted him. Though I intended for this to be the one all, end all, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had learned long ago, especially when sparring with King as a child, to always expect the unexpected.

I stood outside his door for several moments, thinking through different scenarios and figuring out what exactly to say. With men like Collin, I had to be point blank and not leave any room for questioning simply because he would capitalize on that.

It was incredibly late when I finally banged on his door. I imagined he was scrambling to get out of bed to see who the hell was banging on his door at such a late hour. But I was so wrong.

He opened the door, fully dressed and awake. He clutched a bottle of brandy in one hand and stared at me as though I wasn’t who he was expecting. I smirked.

“Collin?” I asked.

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