I had dealt with handsy Nightmares before, but this was a prince. My usual method of cutting off his dick wouldn't work in this scenario.
"Why isn't it a good idea?" He breathed deeply, and I felt something slimy against my neck. Was that his...? Was that his tongue?
"Because you're a prince, and I'm the assassin," I reasoned. I was pleased when my voice didn't quiver with the desperation that I felt.
Please, please, please, don't make me cut off his dick. I'm not sure that's an offense I could come back from with my life.
But I would, cut off his dick that was, if the situation called for it. Anything, including death, would be better than the alternative.
"Brother."
The glacial voice had Tavvy spinning around, finally releasing me. I slumped against the wall, heart racing, and nearly cried in relief when I spotted Dair wheeling himself forward.
I had never seen such anger on his face before. It burned, blistering hot, and made his handsome face look ironically colder. More like his brother's.
His body was held tautly, and he leveled his brother with a glare that should've been able to level an entire city.
"Father changed his mind," Dair said icily. He wheeled himself towards me, hands clasping my own.
Tavvy raised his eyebrow at that.
"Father changed his mind?" he repeated in disbelief.
"I will escort Z to the ball now," my mate said smoothly. His hand tightened around mine to the point of pain. A good pain, I noted somewhat dizzily. "You are excused."
Tavvy opened and closed his mouth, gaping at me like a fish plucked from the water. The demented part of me wanted to chuckle at the comparison, but I kept my expression apathetic.
"You can ask Father if you so wish to," Dair continued with a lazy shrug.
Tavvy's glare was just as scathing as Dair's, but he conceded with a sharp nod of his head. His eyes, though, promised retaliation. Pain. Agony. Torment.
That one stare eloquently spoke words he would never need to say. It allowed me to see past his front and into his very fucking soul. His soul that was as dark as night. Twisted and depraved.
With a huff, Tavvy spun on his heel and stomped down the hall. His attitude reminded me of a misbehaving child not receiving the toy he wanted. As soon as he disappeared, Dair turned towards me, eyes desperate. His hands grabbed at my body, my hands, reaching futilely for my neck as if checking me for injuries.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" he bit out. I knelt down so he could touch me easier, and his arms tightened around my middle. Before I could reply, he lifted me up and put me on his lap. His arms remained tight around me, and his face nestled against my neck. Unlike with his brother, this felt right. A piece of the puzzle clicking into place.
"I'm fine," I assured Dair softly. I lifted his face up, tracing the planes of his handsome face with my fingers. His golden hair glinted in the artificial lighting, and his blue eyes hypnotized me. He was so beautiful, so perfect, that I wanted to skip the ball and memorize every line of his face. "He didn't do anything."
That was technically a lie, but I could see how precarious Dair's grip on control was. I didn't know what would happen once he realized the truth - that his brother had been seconds away from attempting to rape me.
I knew I had made the right decision to hide the truth when Dair's body physically deflated. The next second, Dair's hands were cupping the back of my head, and his lips were desperately attacking my own. I leaned into the kiss, tangling my tongue with his. Desire set every nerve alive as I leaned further into his bruising kiss. His hands moved to my hips before lowering, curving around the shape of my ass. He gave my cheeks a squeeze, and I moaned into his mouth.
Finally, he broke away, planting sweet kisses to each corner of my lips, down to my jaw, and then across my neck.
"You look beautiful," he whispered huskily. He bucked against me, and I felt something hard brush my sensitive mound. "So fucking beautiful."
Those hands of his continued to knead my ass, and that desire and lust transformed into something else. I couldn't discern what it was exactly, but my entire body went up in flames. And my heart? It threatened to break free of its cage.
"And," Dair continued in a rasp, "you're wearing my color."
"You like it, don't you?" I whispered. I didn't know if it was the dress or Dair himself that made me feel brave. Maybe it was the incident with Tavvy that made me see things differently. I felt...sexy. Powerful. Every inch the badass assassin and mate to seven princes.
A fucking queen.
I removed myself off of Dair's lap, straightening my dress and patting down my disheveled hair. Dair let out a painful gasp, reaching for me.
"You like it when I wear your color," I whispered, barely recognizing the seductive lilt to my voice.
Dropping to my knees, I touched his bulge.
Like his brother, he was dressed in a black suit and white shirt. His golden blond hair was slicked back, showcasing his lightly tanned face and cerulean blue eyes. Eyes that reminded me of long nights on the beach.
With a quick glance down the hallway, assuring no one was in sight, I unzipped his pants.
Dair let out a harsh breath.
"Someone could walk down and see us," he whispered hoarsely. His chest heaved with each of his breaths. Despite his words, his hands settled on my waist, pulling me even closer.
"Then let them see."
I released his cock from its confines, groaning at the sight of it. It was long and thick, the same tawny gold color of his skin. Pre-cum dusted the tip, and
