Their Hidden Princess (Zora and Maximus) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Zora’s POV

“Where in the hells does he think he’s going?” Kairos asked sharply. “Fucking coward. I’m going to beat his ass.”

“Wait,” Max said. He looked at me. Tears were falling down as I blinked, even when I met Max’s gaze. He stared at me for a long time, while Kairos huffed impatiently. Then, finally, he added, “I’ll go and talk to him.”

“You?” Kairos asked. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Cooler heads need to prevail,” Valentin said. “Fighting has led to this.” He gestured toward me.

“Don’t…” I forced past my lips. “Don’t… do… anything… rash…”

“I won’t. Just talking. I promise,” Max said. He lifted my hand and kissed it, and then let me go. He lingered a moment, like he didn’t want to tear his eyes from me.

“We’ll stay here,” Valentin said.

“I won’t let her out of my sight,” Kairos added.

Whatever had been holding Max back, that seemed like enough to satisfy him. With a nod, he turned and walked out of the

room.

I watched his back, a feeling of unease pressing down onto me, pining me where I was even more than my illness.

“He’ll be alright,” Valentin said. With his hand on the top of my head, he soothingly rubbed his thumb over my forehead, drawing my attention back to him. Warmth and adoration exuded from his gaze, restoring something that had nearly broken inside of me.

It wasn’t perfect. The hole that needed Thorne to heal was still there. But I felt comforted, and that comfort healed me, at least in part.

“Max would never do anything to hurt you,” Valentin said. “And hurting Thorne would hurt you. He knows this.”

“Yeah. Max might be a dick, but he’s at least on your side. That’s the only reason he’s tolerable.”

From Kairos, being tolerable was something of a compliment.

Grumbling to himself, Kairos moved around the bed to stand beside me where Max had been. At the same time, Valentin moved downward, standing more comfortably at my right.

Bracketed by my two mates, I felt safe. And I believed Valentin. Maximus cared for me very deeply, and I trusted him implicitly. Now that he knew how much I needed Thorne, he wasn’t going to do anything to endanger that. To endanger me.

I looked from Valentin to Kairos. Even with the safety they made me feel, even with my trust in Max, I was still afraid. Thorne wasn’t behaving like a man I could trust, and his running hurt my soul like part of it had been chipped away.

What if he didn’t come back?

What if we never bonded?

Would I always be sick? Would the bond sickness grow worse?

Would I die? And if I died, who would stop the werewolves?

Looking at my two mates, I whispered my dark secret. “I’m scared…”

I trembled.

Kairos pressed two fingers inside of me.

I would have bowed off the bed, but Valentin’s hand kept me in place. Gods, it was so hot. I whimpered, wanting this and so much more. My body was weak though. My hands itched to grab them, to please as much as I was being pleasured, but I only had strength to grab at the blankets, to hold on as I was driven out of my mind with lust. With desire. With a soft kind of passion.

Kairos moved his fingers in and out of me, but he moved them slowly, never pushing me too hard. Valentin was taking his fill of my mouth, but his licks were long and slow.

Both were driving me wild, but neither were pushing me too hard. They knew I was weak. They were careful, so considerate. From Valentin, I expected it. But not from Kairos.

Their tenderness was nearly my undoing.

Kairos found the spot inside of me that brought me the most pleasure. I flung my head back against the pillows. Valentin, smiling, placed gentle kiss after gentle kiss along the column of my throat.

His hand moved from my sternum but to cup one of my breasts. His thumb flicked across my nipple in time with Kairos pressing two fingers inside of me, touching that spot again and again.

I couldn’t hold on any longer. I gripped at the blankets. I arched into them. I moaned so loudly, it came from the deepest parts of me, reverberating outwards until it shook all of me.

“Ahh…”

Pleasure surged through me, filling me up, pushing past my weakness, until I shuddered.

Then, the darkness followed. It wasn’t a sharp dip into unconsciousness, but the warm pull of gentle slumber.

With Valentin on one side of me, and Kairos on the other, I closed my eyes and found peaceful sleep.