Claimed by Prince Daddy

19

Ayauna’s lips pinched at the corners. “I only accept verbal responses.”

A hint of amber shone within Ember’s eyes. “Yes, your ladyship.”

I swallowed a chuckle, though a soft snort escaped. Ayauna’s eye twitched, but not even she would dare disrespect a royal.

She inhaled a steadying breath through her nostrils. Then she moved into the dance routine. Ember and I watched as she did a body roll, her hips undulating and her breasts perking as she whipped her body in a serpentine fashion. The dance was created to have special focus drawn to the hips, ass, and breasts like one was riding a c**k to oblivion…

When Ayauna finished the move, she looked expectantly toward Ember, who had stiffened—her body more frozen than an icicle in a blizzard.

I bit back a groan at the thought of Ember repeating those dance moves.

Holy Hell and all that is sacred…

At Ayauna’s brow slowly rising, Ember sighed and spread her legs shoulder length apart. Then she began to move…sending my c**k swelling and flooding with moisture.

She thrusted her hips forward and backward, her abdomen flexing under the sway. My mind leaped happily into the gutter as the thought of my hips meeting those thrusts rose to mind. The image of my mouth enveloping the rosy buds of her breasts that perked up with each drop and roll of her sensual body.

“Drake!” Ayauna snapped, ripping me from my lustful fantasy. I blinked rapidly and looked at her. “Stay focused.”

I bared my incisors at her, stamping down the embarrassment of being caught gawking at Ember. Squeaking, Ember immediately stopped moving and sprang to her full height. I nearly groaned at the loss of her dancing.

I wasn’t sour for long. Ayauna then dipped into a series of dance moves, each more erotic than the last, making Ember repeat every last one of them. By the time Ember paused, my heart hammered against my ribcage, and blood shot through my veins like pistons.

“Why am I the only one dancing here,” Ember growled at Ayauna.

Another twitch of Ayauna’s eye. She sighed. “Because, Your Highness, the Shahar starts off with the female exhibiting for her male. Then and only then will the two join together in dance—once the male has accepted the female.”

Ember’s upper lip twitched at the beginning of a snarl.

“Don’t worry about me, Ember,” I told the she-wolf. I crossed my hands behind my back, letting my eyes grow half-lidded with nonchalance. “Dance to your heart’s desire. I’m perfectly fine accepting your moves.”

Ember’s answering grin was all teeth. “I’m sure you are.” She said, her voice syrupy sweet.

“Royals, please,” Ayauna nearly begged. “At this rate, we will never be prepared for the ball. It is only two weeks away.”

“Plenty of time to put my body on display,” Ember muttered under her breath. She rolled her eyes. “All I’m missing is a pole.”

I couldn’t bite back the laugh fast enough, my shoulders shaking as I dipped forward.

Ayauna growled with frustration. Straightening, I looked at Ember and gave her a wink. Her lips pursed in irritation.

“For the next segment of the dance, you both need to step toward one another,” said Ayauna.

Amber and I complied till we stood face-to-face with each other.

Ayauna nodded. “Good.” She turned her attention toward me. “Prince Drake, grasp Ember’s waist with your left hand. And Ember, place your left hand on Drake’s right shoulder. Then take your free hand and cross it behind your lower backs.”

We did as we were instructed. The moment my calloused palm came in contact with her smooth skin, an electric jolt shot up my arm. Ember must have felt something similar, for her body gave a delicious shiver. Ayauna approached, making slight adjustments to our hand placements, then stepped back and gave a satisfied nod.

“Now, circle one another with slow, calculated steps—as if you were sizing one another up.”

Ember and I circled each other, our bodies so close, the swell of her breasts brushed against my torso. I felt my breath hitch inside my lungs. The slender column of Ember’s throat flexed as she swallowed. My incisors lengthened, priming for the bite that would anchor us to each other as mates. My heart beat so loudly inside my chest that the thrumming rang in my ears. I hardly picked up Ember’s voice as she whispered to me.

“Is it me, or is the dance instructor a bit…stuffy?”

“That’s the understatement of the millennium,” I groused, keeping my voice to a murmur. Allowing a dark smirk to toy with my lips, I replied, “She’s had a stick shoved up her ass ever since I was a babe. I’m amazed she’s able to walk straight.”

Ember giggled.

“Focus!” Ayauna snapped.

Ember and I shared a knowing look. Next, the dance instructor asked me to draw away from Ember and let my hand run down her opposite arm until our fingers interlocked. She told Ember to mirror my movements. I swear, as our skin brushed each other’s, there were sparklers that danced across our arms.

Her eyes widened slightly as her gaze dropped to our hands—palms kissing each other. Following Ayauna’s instructions, we began an intricate dance involving many sensual caresses that left my blood blazing. I spun Ember out, and then she twirled into my arms, her back against my front.

From there, she lowered her stance slightly, her arms rising to bracket my neck as she swayed her hips before grinding her ass into my groin. I stifled a guttural groan that crawled up my throat.

I’m going to kill my father for this.

I met her bottom with each thrust of my pelvis, sliding my hands down the sides of her body to grip her hips. My fingers dug into the smooth porcelain skin. That was not part of Ayauna’s instructions, but Ember didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she threw her head back against my shoulder and pushed into me harder as she became lost in the rhythm. My c**k rose to greet her, slipping along her ass.

I was seconds away from saying ‘screw it’ and dragging Ember out of the ballroom. Laying her pretty ass on my bed and taking her long and hard.

I gripped her hips firmly, spinning Ember around to face me, before I dipped her backward. Her auburn hair cascaded across the floor like a crimson cape. Her eyes widened in surprise as I let my hand slide down her thigh and hug the back of her knee. I then angled her leg to hook over mine. Her hand shot out to wrap around the nape of my neck for purchase.