The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 42

SKYLA.

A short while later, I stretch as the music begins playing. There’s another break before the final round and it gives them time to heal. That’s why these games are the best. These fighters could go for hours and duel it out.

I stand up, “Alright, you guys get the table and stuff cleared up and I’m going to go make us hot drinks so we can have some doughnuts. One box belongs to me and me alone.” I declare.

“Hah you wish, you’re the shortest and smallest here, so you get the least share.” Theo shoots back as I gather the plates.

No, I’m not. Let me shift to my Lycan form and I’ll tell you who’s the biggest.

“Ass” I counter before carrying the plates out, glancing at Malevolent, who is sleeping beside Royce.

I scrape the food off the plates, emptying them into the bin before placing them in the sink.

Washing up is one of the rare jobs I actually don’t mind. I find it oddly therapeutic at times. If I’m in the mood, otherwise nah.

Hearing footsteps, I turn to see Renji and Royce enter.

Royce is carrying the last two plates, and Renji has a few cans.

“Do you have a bag for the rubbish?” Renji asks as Royce places the plates down beside me.

“Oh yeah, bottom drawer there.” I say, pointing as I quickly wash the few plates. “Ask the boys if they want their usual hot drinks?”

“Ok, sure!” He leaves the room, but Royce doesn’t.

I’m about to tell him to go sit when he takes up the dishcloth and begins drying the plates. Renji pops his head in to say they all want the usual, and I nod.

“I never knew the Arden princes knew how to do such lowly jobs.” I tease.

“Aren’t you the princess here? We aren’t as posh as you think.” He says.

“Nope, Mama always made us do chores, and everyone knows the Arden’s live in a mansion.” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“As do the Black Storm Pack Rossis.” He counters with an amused smirk. “And ok maybe we don’t do this at home, but in America, I lived alone and did most stuff myself.”

“Oh yeah, doesn’t your mother’s pack hail from there? How come you didn’t stay with them?”

He nods. “They do, but I preferred staying alone.”

“I see.” I reply. “You still didn’t lose your posh London accent.”

Turning the tap off, I dry my hands on the corner of the dishcloth he’s holding and go grab the milk from the fridge. I’m glad I have enough, or I hope I do.

“Well, we were only abroad for a few years. Some things don’t change.”

“Good, because I kinda like it.” I say, taking out the hot chocolate, latte, and coffee sachets.

Once the milk is on, I manage to find enough mugs. Thanks to the mugs I get as gifts, I have enough cool mugs, although I doubt the boys would appreciate half of these.

“What hot drink?” I ask him.

“Hot chocolate.” He says.

“Mind grabbing me the squirty cream from the fridge?”

He snickers and I narrow my eyes. “This is one of the crazy things I just find strange over here. Squirty cream.” He says taking the whipped cream can from the fridge.

“Hey, I’m an Asda shopper, so if Asda says it’s squirty cream, it’s squirty cream, get your head out of the gutter Magic Fingers.” I smirk, snatching the can from him. “Besides…. Who doesn’t like squirty cream…”

I can’t help but imagine him unzipping his pants and stroking his cock, until he comes. Now that’s my favourite type of squirty cream. I pop the lid off, giving it a good shake.

“You have a dirty mind; I don’t want to know what you’re thinking.” He says quietly despite the slight smirk on his lips as he grabs the can from me, looking down at it. “Seriously, though, this name needs to be rethought.”

“Not at all.” I say, “Now stop being disloyal to our little kingdom. You’re British too remember?”