Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sierra's POV

Lazily, I blink my eyes open, adjusting myself to the rays of light filtering in through the blind folds. My body aches so much. The skin between my thighs. My p***y feels like it's already bruised. My lips are swollen. The back of my throat aches so much that when I try to swallow saliva, it feels like a stone instead. My n*****s feel like they're going to pop off.

Fuck… I press a hand to my throbbing forehead.

I am disoriented for a while, staring blankly at the sterile ceiling above me.

What the hell happened?

And that’s when the memories of last night hit me like a sledgehammer. The Nightmoor prince. The men who f**k me like they are on a mission to ruin me. As if the moment I walked into the bar last night, they had already planned out everything they'd do to me.

I turn my head and I see them at either side of me. Naked, still sleeping and snoring faintly with their hands wrapped possessively around my waist like they already sense I’d want to run off this morning.

I squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t feel bad, but I don’t feel too good either. I won’t dispute the fact that I had fun though. I need to leave. Now. Before them or the other guests at the hotel are awake. I bet the news of the Luna sneaking out of the hotel room would make a news that would turn the kingdom upside down.

Gently, I try to take Rafe’s hands off me, but he shifts slightly only to tighten his grip around me. My breath seizes. After trying for some minutes, I finally succeed and slip out of the bed.

I tiptoe, picking up my clothes sprawled across the floor and quickly throw them on. I grab my bag and start making my way out of the room. Just one more step and I’m—

“Running off, huh?” Riven sneers behind me, his voice mocking.

I freeze, squeezing my eyes closed. I turn towards them, masking my expression into that innocent one. “Well… I’m going to work and I thought it wasn’t necessary to wake you up,” I say. (And besides I don’t want to see you guys before I leave) I don’t say that out.

Riven is seated on the bed, his eyes narrowing and scanning me. Yeah… maybe I am running off but I’m not lying about going to work. There’s a national tournament coming up in four months’ time and we’re starting rehearsals today.

Rafe stands and steps out of bed, his c**k dangling between his thighs. I quickly snap my head to the side—like I didn’t take that thick shaft into my mouth yesterday. Like I didn’t suck it with reckless abandon.

Rafe steps closer to me, turns my head to face him and I am now staring into his beautiful eye. His lips curl as he eyes me down. “You still have a lot to learn, Miss Sierra,” he purrs, his fingers trailing my neckline, down to my cleavage.

I gasp, my fingers tightening around the bag straps. f**k… my body is reacting to their touch again. What the hell is happening? Why does my body answer to them like they are its master?

“So when are we having our next lesson?” Riven asks, stepping closer to us. “How about we kidnap your husband and let him watch as we f**k you silly?”

My eyes widen—I don’t know if it’s from fear or disbelief. “What?”

“You heard us, right, Luna,” Rafe chips in casually like what they just said is the most natural thing in the world. “We won’t injure him or something. We’re just going to teach him how to f**k the woman he would meet, because you belong to us. Now.” His voice is possessive and I know that the Nightmoor princes are too busy to play around.

I shake my head frantically and step away from them like they suddenly burn me. “Belong to you?” I repeat, the words heavy like I have just been given a death sentence. “Whatever happened between us last night is no longer repeating itself ever again. So please… there won’t be any lessons and I won’t be seeing you both ever again.”

The room is deadpin silent: the only noise is the slamming of my chest against my ribs cage.

They both exchange glances before turning back to me and staring at me as if my words make no sense at all. “You can’t fight it, Sierra. You are ours. To ruin. To claim. To breed. And we don’t care if Varek is still your husband or not,” Riven spits, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists—he looks almost beastly for a moment.

I run a hand through my hair as frustration courses through me. For a moment, I feel barely restrained rage simmering inside me. I breathe in. Out, willing myself to calm down.

“I’m the Luna of my pack and see,” I snap and raise my hand that has the golden wedding ring, flicking my fingers for them to see it clearly. “I’m still very much married to Varek, so please… I don’t want to see you both near me ever again.”

I don’t wait for them to respond. I’ve already made my point and I hope that it is clear enough. I turn and walk out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.

Outside, my heels hit the floor sharply as I hurry out of the hallway like they are coming behind me. My hands tremble as I press the button to the elevator. The moment I step inside I let out a shaky breath, my body shivering.

How can they say those words even without batting an eye?

Sure they can kidnap Varek if they want to, they are more influential than him anyway.

They can’t probably do that, right?

“They can’t,” I whisper, assuring myself. “They won’t be that. Varek is still an Alpha, no matter what.”

I reach the ground floor, then board a taxi to the club to get my car and then drive towards the mansion.

I try to drown out the memories of last night and their voices from my head, but it is a futile effort.

They’ll return to the Nightmoor Pack after they finish whatever they came here to do.

At least… that’s what I keep telling myself.

But as I pull into the mansion gates, I freeze.

Two sleek, black cars are parked in the driveway.

And they don’t belong to anyone from my pack.