Page 78 of The Wild Prince’s Favorite (The Dragon Empire Saga #3)

And yet, when Alezya moaned against his lips, when she lowered her body ever so slightly, the fire roared louder, and her eyes flew open with lust filling them.

He let out a groan and pressed her even more against his lips, his fingers reaching her underwear, only to find it damp.

Alezya let out another moan as he caressed her through the fabric, and her body arched slightly, breaking their kiss.

But his lips scoured south instead, leaving peppered kisses on her jawline, on her neck, while she leaned her head back and let out delectable sounds, lust-filled music to his ears.

His fingers pressed against the thin line of her lips, and another shiver agitated her.

“Kassein,” she gasped.

His erection was painfully pressing against his pants, but he just cared about touching her, about the delightful reactions she gave to his fingers, how he found new colors in her as she whimpered above him.

Her skin felt as hot as his now, and she had closed her eyes, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Alezya.”

She replied with a soft moan, and he pulled her back to his lips, although her kisses were half destabilized by what he was doing to her, and his fingers gently pushed the fabric aside to touch her directly.

How wet she was made him mad with desire.

He had never felt such an overwhelming, desperate need to bring a woman pleasure.

Every sound and movement Alezya made pushed him closer to the edge.

Her voice, her heavy, hot breathing, the slight movement of her hips on his fingers, and how her lips lost focus against his as he intensified his movements, pressing a finger in and rubbing his thumb against the button above.

She cried out again, and her febrile hand caught his wrist, but he didn’t stop.

He knew she was close, and he wanted to take her there.

Alezya was both tense and losing her strength, her hips sinking lower as he pressed deeper in, making her cry against his lips again.

How he kept her against his lips while he unleashed chaos on her had her moaning helplessly and breathing harder any chance she could, her grip tightening on his shoulder.

Something inside Kassein bellowed with the brass of a dragon, a part of him that found pleasure in seeing her so helplessly subjected to his touch, his lips, his grip on her nape.

He waited until she could barely breathe anymore to release her lips, letting her moan out loud against his ear while his mouth kissed her neck instead.

“Kassein,” she let out in a strangled cry. “Kassein...”

He watched, fascinated, as she lost herself to pleasure, her hips now shamelessly riding his fingers, her chest heaving loudly, her head held back and her eyes closed.

She kept gasping out loud and letting out moans like frenzied music until her body abruptly tensed up, trembled in his arms, and her voice got cut off in her throat.

He kept moving his fingers, letting her ride that orgasm to its full extent until her breathing eased, and then he slowly pulled out, watching her sink onto his lap.

Alezya’s head came to rest on his shoulder, her breathing tickling his neck, while he quickly cleaned off his fingers and pulled her clothing back where it belonged.

Then, as Alezya seemed to come back to her senses, he kissed her temple before she faced him. The look of utter disbelief, surprise, and confusion in her eyes wasn’t what he’d expected, and for a second, Kassein feared he’d gone too far. Had he misread her at some point? Or crossed some boundary?

Then, he noticed her flushed cheeks, not as a remnant of her orgasm, but as genuine shyness.

Something else came to mind, but it couldn’t be.

She had been with other men before. Surely she’d experienced pleasure before.

.. right? But seeing her mildly panicked expression, and where her hand went to next, a wave of anger surged.

“No,” he grunted, grabbing her wrist.

He’d stopped her fingers inches away from the bulge in his pants, and Alezya’s eyes went to his with something that looked like panic, confusion, and... almost fear.

Kassein’s anger was reaching a dangerous level, and sure enough, somewhere in the distance, Kein growled, echoing his fury.

Alezya’s head turned toward the sound, albeit from outside the tent, before she turned back to Kassein with a faint panic.

“Kassein,” she mumbled.

“No,” he said, a bit more firmly. “You don’t need to do that.”

He was furious, but not at her.

He was furious at the bastards who had dared to treat her like this, to make her believe she owed him anything in return. Kassein was only too aware that Alezya had no way of understanding his anger, so he gently lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it softly, lovingly.

He wanted to reassure her, to comfort her that she deserved this, all of what she wanted, and he’d never ask her for anything in return.

She was a foreign woman in a strange land, with few ways to convey her words, and he was most scared she’d ever feel pressured to do anything to ensure her survival.

He couldn’t have that. He was the one who wanted to obey and provide her with anything he could.

He’d never felt such an agonizing need to care for somebody else before, but there he was, desperate to convey his devotion, to make her feel safe most of all.

Since they didn’t have the words yet for that, he gently caressed her, kissed her hands, her lips, and her cheeks until she seemed to calm down, the worry fading from her expression.

Alezya was left staring at him with something soft in her eyes, and returned his kiss a bit more confidently than before, caressing his cleanly shaven cheek.

Another growl of his dragon came from outside, but this time, his sister’s dragon growled in response.

“Lorey and Kiera are back,” he told Alezya, who gave him a nod.

They slowly stood up, both in a strange daze, but he took the dirty bowl of water and her hand and guided her outside, just in time to find Lorey and Kiera hopping off her dragon as he tossed the bowl’s contents in the snow. His sister’s eyes went from Alezya to Kassein, squinting.

“...What were you two doing in my tent?”

“Teaching her words.”

“Words? ...You sure you only taught her words ?” Kiera scoffed.

Next to Kassein, Alezya’s cheeks were flushed again as if she’d understood something in Kiera’s mocking tone, and she looked away, standing almost a step behind him as if to hide herself from the two other women’s eyes. Kassein gave his sister a smug smile.

“You—!” Kiera exclaimed.

“How were the hot springs?” he retorted.

“It’s time for lunch.” Lorey pulled her partner away before she could argue. “Let’s go and eat. Nice shave, Your Highness.”

Kassein let out a rare twitch from the corner of his lips, and his sister made a gross sound in response.

He let Kiera and her partner walk away first before he turned to Alezya, putting another reassuring kiss against her temple.

She was still blushing, but she gave him a little shy smile and followed him to the fire pit, her body sticking close to his as she wrapped her free hand around his arm to hold on to.

They had all barely sat on the dragons again for lunch when Tievin arrived, out of breath and almost tripping on his long coat, looking at them dumbfounded.

“Commander?!” he exclaimed.

“...What is it, Tievin?” Lorey asked as Kiera and Kassein stared back at him in moody silence.

“Y-you asked me to round up all the generals and captains earlier? At the training grounds? ...Didn’t you?!”

Kassein had forgotten entirely. He exchanged a look with his sister, who’d likely just remembered as well, and gave him an amused snort.

“See what I meant about thinking with your head?” she mocked him.

“You were there too,” he grunted before wolfing down the remainder of his lunch and standing up.

“I’m not the one who gave the order.” She shrugged. “Who cares if I forgot? You’re the one who got sidetracked in my tent.”

He answered with a scowl and put a kiss on Alezya’s forehead before he stepped away.

“Keep Alezya with you,” he told them.

“We will, Your Highness,” Lorey assured him.

Then, he followed Tievin, who looked stunned that Kassein had forgotten all about his order. However, he obviously wouldn’t dare voice it out loud, instead walking ahead with his notepad clutched to his chest and a stiffer walk than usual.

“It took me a while to gather everyone,” he finally spat with a slightly haughty tone. “As you know, the camp is large, exceedingly large, Commander. And not all of your generals and captains are in predictable spaces, but still. They have been waiting for almost an hour now, sir.”

“Not too long, then,” Kassein retorted.

And under Tievin’s flabbergasted expression, he walked inside the tent that covered the training grounds.

As expected, it had been cleaned since his and his sister’s earlier bloodshed, but now, all three generals and the captains were gathered with nervous expressions, likely heightened by the unusual wait.

As soon as he appeared, an ominous silence fell, and every single man in attendance straightened.

Without Alezya, Kassein’s expression had returned to casting that dark, threatening aura around him that had them all tense.

Even as he sat down on one of the benches while they were all standing, they all felt like he was towering above them like a menacing storm cloud.

“What does it take for you to keep them in line?” he hissed in a low voice.

There was no need to mention who nor what he was referring to; the sight of him and his dragon having killed a couple men earlier in the most gruesome manner had probably traumatized the few onlookers enough for the gory details to have already toured the camp.

An uneasy feeling crossed the ranks until one of the generals spoke up.