Trinity

      I could sense almost immediately that it wasn’t Leo in bed with me. It took my brain an extra few seconds to catch up. The feel of his hand on my skin was different. Damp with sweat and none of the callouses I was now familiar with on Leo’s palms. Leo had hair on his chest and the one pressed against my back was bare. Smooth. The cock nestled at the crease of my bottom was definitely not Leo’s. It felt disturbing and… insufficient. It was the voice though, that kicked my brain into gear.

       “I saw you today, Trinity, and knew you were going to be mine.”

      I was already Leo’s and no one else’s. My eyes popped open but I could barely see the outline of furniture because of the thick drapes. Before I could jump from the bed, he shifted and pulled me onto my back. A leg was thrown over mine, a knee nestled at the juncture of my thighs.

      I knew he hovered over me, for his hot breath fanned my skin.

      “Who… who are you?” I asked, pushing against his chest. It was too dark to do more than see a silhouette of him. I could tell he had dark hair, his skin was pale. While he wasn’t as large as Leo, he wasn’t small. I cringed at the feeling of his cock pressed against me.

      “Do not panic, Princess. I am the Royal Consort. I will not hurt you.” He gave a small laugh. “I know of your Ardor. I am here to help. I will bring you much pleasure.”

      Yeah, right. I didn’t care that he was a fricking gigolo and it was his job to hop into bed with every single royal. I didn’t want anything to do with him. While I didn’t fear he would rape me, since I knew from Cassander that consorts had women willing and eager to fall onto their cocks, still, I didn’t like this vulnerability.

      “I’m all good on pleasure, so your services aren’t needed,” I countered. “Let me up.”

      “You should not have to please yourself,” he practically scolded. “Your hand will not ease the Ardor I have been told plagues you.”

      Apparently, this jerk knew nothing about Leo, or that he’d taken very good care of my Ardor. But then, hadn’t that been our plan? Leo was to pretend to be nothing to me. Nothing more than a guard. But how did this consort know about the Ardor at all?

      “Look, Mr. Consort, you need to get out of my bed. Now.”

      “Shh,” he crooned, his hand sliding over my hair as if pacifying a skittish female. “Relax. I know I am not Cassander, the one you were first promised. But I am eager to serve.”

      Fuck. His eagerness was growing more and more obvious against my leg. Yuck. Just. No. “No thank you. I told Cassander the same thing. Now get off me.”

      “I am very skilled, Princess. You’ll enjoy my touch. I promise. Lord Jax sent word to me that you are in need.”

      “Lord Jax was misinformed.” I tilted away from him and pushed, but he wouldn’t let me move. I was slightly panicked because I’d never had a man I didn’t want on top of me before. And we were naked. He hadn’t touched me anywhere inappropriate. But still, we were naked. In bed. And he was on top of me. He seemed to actually want me to be into it before he did more.

      But he wasn’t taking no for an answer and that pissed me off.

      I pushed again, but he was strong.

      “Princess, it is my job to soothe your Ardor, to bring you satisfaction. Other royal females have been well-pleased.” He lowered his head and pressed a wet kiss to my bare shoulder. I shuddered. Ugh. “Let me fill you up and ease your need. You can take my energy. Ride my cock. Be free of the hunger that plagues you.”

      Well, if I’d been in the condition I had been when I’d first met Cassander—what seemed like months ago, not a few days—I might have taken him up on the offer. But now I had Leo. And I wasn’t in heat, I was in love.

      God, I couldn’t believe he was in bed with me and bragging about his other royal conquests. Just—no. I sighed, remembered a saying Destiny always told me. If you can’t get out of it, get into it.

      He was too strong and totally not getting that when a girl said no, she meant no, so I changed tactics. “You’re right.” I tried to relax, although it was pretty difficult when I wanted this guy off me pronto.

      “That’s better, Princess. I promise satisfaction.”

      “Oh yeah? Let me see what you’re going to use to satisfy me,” I practically purred. Good thing it was too dark for him to see me roll my eyes. My hand slid down his bare chest, over his abs and to his cock. I swallowed, trying not to vomit in my mouth. It was big and hard, but it wasn’t Leo. I couldn’t see it, thank god, but I could feel it.

      He hissed at my touch. “It is I who should be touching you. And my hard cock shouldn’t be in your hand, but in your royal pussy.”

      I slid my hand lower and cupped his balls. They were swollen and full, as if he’d been saving up just for me. If he thought he had a case of blue balls before, he was about to get a whole new definition of the term.

      “A wild one?” he asked.

      “A woman who’s not interested,” I countered loudly so he finally got the point, tightening my grip on his balls until they were crushed in my fist.

      He curled up as best he could since he was on top of me—and I wasn’t letting go—and roared.

      Right then, the door burst open and the room immediately brightened.

      The consort hovered over me, his head turned toward the commotion. Now I could see him… and Leo, who stood big and brawny in the doorway. Leo took in the two of us in the bed, his gaze narrowed, his breathing making his broad chest rise and fall. His fists were clenched at his sides. And his cock was a thick telephone pole in his pants.

      “What the fuck is going on here?” he shouted. He wasn’t looking at my face, but at my hand on the consort’s balls. No sheet covered us.

      The consort’s face—I could see it now—was red and he was in blatant pain. Good. He was a fairly attractive male, dark hair, a few years older than me. I had to assume that since he had a cock that worked, he’d found his mate. Either she was somewhere else in the castle waiting for him to complete his duty, she had dumped his sorry ass, or she was dead. Which, I had no idea. Nor did I care. This consort needed to learn some manners.

      I twisted and wiggled to his side—still not letting go. “You need to learn to listen.” My voice was soft, but even I could hear the shiver of rage.

      “Please let go!” the consort begged in the high-pitched tone of a thirteen-year-old girl.

      Happily, I released him and he fell to his side in a fetal position. I hopped from the bed and Leo came over in two strides, tugged the sheet from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around me. As for the consort?

      A gagging sound came from behind me. Followed by heaving as the contents of his stomach hit the bed. Asshole. I doubted he’d be servicing any other royal for a while.