Chase Dubois
"The plan?" I stared up at him, my own face twisted in anger. "Finger fucking my fiancée in a fucking storeroom was not the plan, Greyson!"
"Right?" He smiled, the smirk never leaving his face. "I forgot I was supposed to wait till the wedding night," he said.
I saw something he was trying to hide from me.
This wasn't skirt chasing Greyson. This was different.
He wasn't playing a part with her. He was feeling it. I could see it in his eyes when he said her name. He wanted her for himself.
"You want her for yourself, don't you little brother?"
He chuckled.
"Just following the plan, Chase. Don't lose your shit just yet"
"The plan," I snarled, pushing myself up onto my useless elbows, "was for you to be a shadow. Lend me your fucking cock when I ask for it. Not to... taste her. Not to make her scream my name with me down the hall, listening to every word of it."
His grin was back, wicked and knowing.
"At least it was your name she was screaming." Then he got carried away like he was reliving it. "Fuck! She liked screaming. She liked my mouth on her. She's going to like my cock even more."
The fire in my chest exploded. "Stay away from her!"
"Or what, brother? You'll wheel after me?" He made a squeaky sound, then waved me off. "What do you care? Yours…" he gestured to my pants, "is not working."
"Grey!"
He laughed. Son of a bitch laughed
"My apologies. I got carried away."
His cruelty amazes me, sometimes. He was just as devilish now as he was at ten years old, going around performing atrocities in my name!
"Fine, I will wait till the wedding night. But I must say, Father's plan to make you look less pathetic and more powerful by sticking a dragon princess by your side might just preserve your claim to the throne, brother. And stop the coup that's brewing amongst ranks about a cripple being future Alpha." He rubbed his face.
"The question is… what on earth did he promise King Adonis Winchester to get him to tie his only girl to an invalid?"
Invalid.
I hated that word. Invalid. But it was what I was. What I will always be.
He turned to leave, brushing dirt from his clothes.
I spoke to his back. "Touch her again, and I will use more than wolfsbane. I will burn this whole 'plan' to the ground, and you with it."
"Fuck you, brother " He paused at the door. "Find someone to switch with on your wedding night, Chase. I am out and I'm taking my cock with me,"
He left.
I was alone again with the steam from the cooling bath and the blue, mocking sky.
Every sound from her room had been painful. Her moans. His grunts. The way she'd said my name—Chase—when it was Grey's mouth on her. I'd sat in the dark and listened to my own brother pleasure my bride.
Fuck. This was far from over.
***
Tilly s POV
My father summons me before dinner to the arena. And in preparation, Mother sent Marge Bunti.
And the only thing worst than getting finger fucked twice by your archenemy slash childhood tormentor was having Marge Bunti show up with her scrubbing brush.
Maybe it was what I needed. I needed a good scrub. I was a whoring whore who liked what Chase did to me. Twice.
"The Queen sent me" She said and pushed her way inside.
Fuck!
It was like my mother and the universe were looking for creative ways to make me pull my hair out by the roots.
First, I allowed Alpha Chase into my room and into my lady part. Now, old witch Marge was here to scrub the thoroughly fucked place too.
"Oh, yay" I said sarcastically and shut the door.
"The Queen asked that you be thoroughly scrubbed before dinner with the Alpha King. Naturally, I volunteered" Marge Bunti said with a smile.
"Of course, you did" I murmured under my breath.
Mother's lady maid Marge Bunti, an old vindictive witch, who I believe still bore resentment for the prank I pulled when I was ten, was rather too happy with the idea of scrubbing me raw.
"I should warn you I am in a very foul mood, Marge."
Her smile widened
One would think I did more than shave off her eyebrows while she slept. Who could blame her, they never quite grew back. One of the consequences of shaving with a dragonian razor instead of regular one.
"Of course, you are." She gestured to the bath "Shall we? We shouldn't keep the Alpha King or your father waiting"
Marge Bunti scrubbed every trace of the storeroom from my skin—every trace of him.
I closed my eyes. I could see him. Those beautiful eyes and seductive lips. His damn fingers going in. Out. In. Out.
"Princess!" The horror in Marge Bunti's voice snapped me out of my head to the reality in front of me.
To the reality where, I was practically holding her hand hostage under the bath.
"Unclenched my hand!"
I looked down.
Damn, did I almost molest poor old Marge Bunti?
"Sorry." I murmured, letting her go. "You are scrubbing too hard" I said as an excuse.
"Because you are filthy, princess. Filthier than a pudding pan" She said bluntly.
And that summed up old Marge Bunti. An old vindictive blunt bat who was good at scrubbing and holding grudges.
Too bad she couldn't scrub away the urge to look for Chase and have him do things to me again.
"Now, is not the time for your snippy sass, Marge. I'm going through a lot right now!" I stood up from the bath and put on a robe. "Could you get me something to eat before I'm offered up as sacrifice to the Alpha?"
Marge stood up and picked up her brush.
"Do you require anything else, Princess?" Her voice was cordial like she was ordering tea "My soul perhaps?"
I looked at her.
Oh Marge. For once, I wanted you to be a real witch.
"No."I answered.
Just a time machine, Marge. So I can go back in time and un-kiss Chase Dubois.
" I doubt you have a soul I can take. Marge" I said instead.
She picked up the dress on the floor and shoved it in the bucket. "I am having a new dress made for your marriage ceremony, Princess. I will be the one sitting in the back with the biggest smile on my face. I hear you hate each other and he is a rake. Good"
Her smile widened.
Great. I'm craving a rake I have no business craving.
I'm fucked.