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“Wicker, I think–”

Whatever else Lex says is lost behind me as I march down the hall, my erection painfully slapping against my lower belly with every stride. My cock escaped the flap of my boxers overnight, which makes it easier now. Gripping it and giving the length a solid stroke, I enter her room. She’s asleep, curled up in the bed, all pretty and warm and waiting, which surprises me. Lately, she just waits up for my first go at her. Guess I waited too long.

Pulling down the cover, I slide in, nestle into the curve of her ass, and pull aside her panties. This is all I could think about for the past two days, and I relish it. Her ass is hot, meaty enough to get a nice handful of. In another life, I’d probably get her up on her knees and pound the fuck out of that tight little hole, but this is the life of a Prince, and my cum has one destination.

I push my hands between her legs and feel slick, wet heat.

Fuck me.

“You’re already wet for me,” I note, looking over her shoulder at her sleeping face. I’d say she looks peaceful in repose, but she actually doesn’t. There’s a little crevice in her brow. “Having your own wet dream, Princess?” Smirking, I withdraw my fingers and pop them in my mouth to taste her. I pause at the tinge of copper that hits my tongue. “What the fuck?”

When I pull my hand back, I realize there’s a streak of red on my fingertips.

“Ah, shit.” Rucking up her gown, I search for the injury, patting her down.

She shifts, letting out a low, confused grunt. “What are you doing?” she rasps.

“Making sure you’re not bleeding out.”Shit. Maybe Lex is still awake. Father is going to blow a gasket. We’ve had this bitch for two weeks, and she’s already broken. “Are you hurt or something?”

She sits up and winces, pushing a hand into her stomach. “Yeah, in my uterus.”

My eyes widen. “Your what?”

She swings an incredulous gaze on me. “It’s my period, you dumbass. I could tell it was starting last night. Guess it showed up in full force.” She doesn’t sound any happier about it than I feel. Because if the Princess has her period, then that means she’s not—

Fuck!

The only word I can manage is, “No.”

She grumbles, “Yeah,” that crevice in her forehead deepening with a frown.

My cock, which has been at half-chub since I turned thirteen, deflates a little. I flop back, raking my fingers through my hair. “I can’t do another month of this.”

She moans, flopping back beside me. “At least three weeks, but yeah. I know.”

I swing a glare on her, snapping, “You don’t know shit! You’ve got no fucking clue what it’s like to deny myself every day because of those goddamn covenants.”

Her eyes flash hotly. “Then you shouldn’t have signed them!”

“You think I had a choice? You think I wanted to be shackled to your subpar pussy for weeks—months?” I’m still in bed with her, surrounded by her scent. It makes me sick to my stomach. I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. I’m sweaty, annoyed, andJesus Christ, when she twists to move the pillow, I get a view down her shirt, and yep.

I’m hard again.

“Fuck it.” Panting, I straddle a leg over her body. When her hands fling up in surprise, I grab her by the wrists and slam her body down on the mattress. “It’s just a little blood.”

“What are you doing?” she asks, all breathless and heaving bosom.

“Getting what I came here for.” I tug at her panties, soaked with blood. “No need for that lube I got you.”

She wiggles under me, only making the friction between us worse. “I don’t want to!” Her face scrunches up as she struggles, kicking upward with her knee.

I catch it, with my own leg, snorting. “Did you just say no? Because nothing—not one word in that covenant—says I can’t fuck you while you’re on the rag.”

She snipes back, “It says it’s my choice! I’ve read the covenants front to back, and it’s perfectly fucking clear. On my off-days, I have the right to decide, and I say no.”

She’s trapped under me, her body small and useless against my strength. Fighting back only makes my awareness narrow down to the apex of her thighs, and I wet my lips, cock surging with need. “You think you can stop me, Princess? Obeying your Prince is the only covenant that matters. Everyone knows that.”

With a burst of strength, I angle into her, pushing the tip into her sticky heat. It feels so good that I groan, the heavy neediness in my balls unconcerned by her sudden cry. My hips rock back, ready to slam in, which is when the bedroom door clatters open. I know it’s my brother without even needing to look over my shoulder, but I ignore him. What’s he going to do? Pull me out?