Chapter 68 - I need names

EMMA

We get back to the palace a little before noon. I take the two pieces of lace from the shopping bag and bring them to the dressing room. I hide them in the depths of my closet where nobody ever will be able to find them.

I pick up my book from the nightstand and make myself comfortable on the bed. I was reading about how a fated mate connection increases the strength and abilities of a werewolf.

I’ve been itching to know more, but also with a layer of dread. I’ve been wondering how it connects with the prophecy. It has been nagging in my mind as much as I’ve been trying to forget about it.

Because thinking about it would be realizing that according to the prophecy, it would be better for the world if Hadrian found his fated mate. The Alpha king would fall and the war could end.

The book feels heavy in my hand. It drags me down like a metal chain.

My mind is pulled away from the letters on the page and back to the dressing room. I’m disappointed in myself. Sure, I could probably get Hadrian something else. Something chaste and personal, but that would be the easy way out.

Hadrian isn’t here now and probably won’t be for several hours. I place the book back on the nightstand and find the set of lingerie in the bottom of the drawer.

The fabric is thin and barely a little heap in my hands. I change into the two pieces of lace and my heartbeat starts to pick up.

*What was I thinking?*

The thong between my ass hides nothing. The lace seems more see-through than it did in the store. My insecurities about my body seem to double as I watch my barely-clad frame in the mirror.

I quickly cover myself with a robe and pace around the dressing room. *Don’t be ridiculous, Emma. This should be fun, this should be sexy.*

“I can be sexy,” I mutter to myself as I tie the robe tight around me. I can move to a kingdom full of angry wolf-shifting humans, so I can also be a little sexy to my werewolf husband.

My skin prickles at my neck. I turn around when I have the feeling that I’m not alone anymore.

The dressing room is as empty as ever. I scratch the back of my neck with one hand as I clutch the robe with the other. I walk into the bedroom and turn around myself when I spot nothing out of place. “Am I missing something?”

“Me.” Hadrian’s low voice comes up behind me and he envelops me in a warm, heavy blanket of his arms. I startle for a second but quickly sink into his arms. Hadrian hums as he inhales and kisses me along my jaw.

My anxiety disappears and my mood instantly brightens. “You’re back.”

“I missed you.” His large hand roams over the fabric of my robe. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning.”

This morning Hadrian woke me up, claiming that on his birthday he got to choose what he wanted for breakfast. I certainly didn’t complain when he started to devour me.

Hadrian continues his sweet gestures and touches as he takes a seat on the bed and places me on his lap. Hadrian is so touchy and affectionate today that it warms my heart, but there is this nagging voice in my head.

*How long will this last?*

Maybe it’s the years of living in a world of pain and suffering that I know that happiness doesn’t last long.

Hadrian moves his foot. The sound of wrinkling paper reaches my ears when he accidentally hits the shopping bag. I freeze and he raises an eyebrow at me.

“What’s this?” He lifts the paper bag in the air.

I quickly clutch it to my chest. “That’s mine.”

Hadrian eyes the bag and his eyes turn dark amber. “Can I see?” He whispers in a seductive voice.

His hand moves up my thigh and under the satin of my robe. He pries at the knot keeping my robe together.

My face turns bright red. “This was supposed to go different.”

“If the goal was to arouse me, then you already succeeded.” He pulls me closer until his erection presses against my thigh.

“But, I was going to surprise you… tonight.” The rest of my body flushes and I gather that I look more like a Christmas tree instead of a seductive girlfriend.

“Will you please show me? Patience is not my virtue.” He has a slight boyish pout to his mouth and I just can’t deny him.

I hesitate for a second, but then drop the shopping bag to the floor and release my death grip on my robe.

He loosens the knot as if opening a bow on a present. His eyes roam over my frame at an agonizingly slow pace. My insecurities threaten to take over and I can feel my palms itch to cover my body.

“You’re gorgeous Emma.” Hadrian stands up and takes me in his arms. His rough hands glide over my body as he removes the robe completely. It leaves goosebumps on my skin.

His words and the warmth in his eyes give me a boost of confidence. He always finds a way to make me feel good. Now I really want to do the same. Cecile’s advice from the other day has been running on repeat in my mind. I didn’t have enough courage before.

I trail a hand over his abdomen, to the top of his trousers and start to unbutton his jeans. I kneel on the floor and I can feel the ache between my legs when I move.

“What are you doing?” He growls and his chest rumbles.

I look up and find Hadrian watching me intently.

“What does it look like?” I hook my hand in his trousers and drag them down to reveal the heavy weight between his legs. He stands proud and intimidating. His large shaft seems daunting as it’s swollen with arousal. The thick veins are prominent and my core burns with the memory of what it can do to me.

Hadrian curses at the ceiling.

I falter when I notice his restraint. “Is something wrong?”

Hadrian runs one hand through his hair and squeezes his eyes shut. “No.”

Something is definitely wrong. “Tell me.”

Hadrian takes two angry breaths and his chest expands. He takes off his shirt. His skin is hot and feverish. He opens his eyes and they flicker between black and amber like he’s arguing. Then he growls and grits his teeth. “If you’re going down then I expect you to swallow it all.” He eventually growls the command.

It shocks me for a second and Hadrian closes his eyes. “Ignore that, you don’t need to do anything.” He shakes his head like he’s disappointed in himself. He’s clearly holding himself back.

The dark prince is threatening to come out and play. I’m a glutton for punishment apparently. I take him in my hand and move up and down. I lean forward and run my tongue over the swollen head. He's warm and tastes slightly salty as the beads of cum hit my tongue.

“Emma.” He warns, but I can see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. Apprehension, doubt and above all an unadulterated amount of lust.

I resume my actions, still with a little caution. I let Hadrian’s own words encourage me. *At least pretend that you know what you’re doing.*

I slowly move up and down, taking more and more every time. I make sure to breathe through my nose.

“Fuck.” Hadrian curses and grabs a handful of my hair. The force of his hand pushes me deeper and I gag.

I pull back and cough. Cecile warned me that I would gag. Hadrian releases the grip on my hair and strokes my cheekbone.

“Sorry, you really don't have to--.” He says, but the knuckles of his free hand are clenched and white from strain.

I take him deep, deeper than I thought possible. I'm not one to give up that easily. Hadrian curses and starts to move again. He holds my neck and pushes at the back of my head. His eyes turn darker until they're almost obsidian. He moves both hands to grip my hair hard. "Fuck, sweetheart, you take me so well."

He pushes himself further into me. His grip on my hair is relentless. He fills me completely and breathing becomes a challenge. Tears spring in my eyes when he moves in and out of my throat. His pace increases and I feel the restraint my body is trying to enforce. Protesting will only make it harder. I learned last time that taking him is a matter of surrender. The dark prince enjoys using me as his own little sex toy. This time is no different.

Hot spurts of cum flow down my throat when Hadrian roars a release. My roots scream as he pushes me down to take it. I do as he said and swallow it all.

I heave breaths when he pulls out and my lungs scream for oxygen. I cough loudly as my body processes the recent intrusion. And my core burns feverishly hot with overflowing arousal as it begs for release. The dark prince does strange things to my body. I never thought I would want the raw and overpowering handling that the dark side of Hadrian offers. I never thought I would find pleasure in pain.

Hadrian takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look up. His hard grip is undeniable and is eyes are nearly black with lust. “If you ever did that to anyone else then I need names.”