Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Forgive Me, Dragon, For I Marked Nicholas

Maddox didn’t wait for a response, already kissing down her neck, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. Every point of contact was a live wire. His chest against hers. His hands on her waist. The water should have grounded it but instead it conducted, turning the shower into a circuit she couldn’t step out of.

His want was bleeding through their matebond, the full uncut version. But having Nicholas in the other room while Maddox kissed her was a contradiction her body couldn’t hold. The want slammed into the guilt and both of them fought for the same square inch of her chest and the guilt was winning.

She couldn’t breathe right. The guilt was a physical object lodged behind her sternum and every kiss Maddox pressed into her skin made it heavier because he was being good to her. He was being so goddamn good to her and she was keeping something from him and the keeping was worse than the thing.

She realized he must have felt it through their matebond because his lips stalled against her pulse.

"What’s wrong?"

Guinevere didn’t answer right away.

She had marked Nicholas Shadowfell. Her wolf’s teeth had broken a dying king’s skin on a corridor floor while witnesses watched. She had a matebond with Nicholas. She had been naked in a tree pool with him. She had kissed him. Multiple times. She had let him hold her hand through a city made of light while being chased by cops.

And she was married to the man currently pressing his mouth to her neck in a shower.

When she tried to tell Kael earlier, he said that Maddox already knew and that he was protecting her. But the ease of that sat wrong in her chest. It was too clean. Too simple. They were interrupted before she could clarify with Kael further.

What if the thing Kael thought she was confessing was a different thing entirely and the actual thing, the Nicholas thing, was still sitting in the dark like a bill that was accumulating interest every second she didn’t pay it?

Maddox pulled back. His hand came up to her jaw, tilting her face toward his. Water ran between his fingers and down her chin.

"What is it? Tell me, baby."

The déjà vu hit so hard her vision doubled.

His leg was between hers. His grip on her jaw. The way his mouth had just been on her neck, slow and deliberate, the exact same angle, the exact same pressure point. His voice at this register saying those exact words in that exact order. His thumb on her jawline and the word baby landing in her chest like it had a key to a room she couldn’t find.

She had been here before with him about something else. She knew it in her bones but she didn’t know with what.

"Look at me, baby." His voice dropped lower. "You can tell me anything."

Her green eyes met his. Wet. Red-rimmed. Terrified in a way that had nothing to do with the shower and everything to do with the sentence forming behind her teeth.

"Maddox, I..." Her voice trailed off. Her eyes moved to the marble wall behind him, then back to his face. She was measuring the cost of the words against the cost of the silence, and both prices were catastrophic and she couldn’t afford either.

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