The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 9

ROYCE.

Her fingertips slide under her bra and I know I need to leave.

“What’s wrong? Struggling between your two heads?” She taunts in that seductive voice of hers, as soft, seductive and utterly sexy as the first time she spoke.

“No.” I manage to reply, but I don’t think I sound convincing to even myself.

I’m not expecting what she does next. She turns towards me, and at the same time, she pulls her bra off over her head and I find myself staring at her tits. Round, firm and perky, both nipples adorned with a little jewelled ring.

I throb hard, knowing I’m now supporting a full-on hard-on.

As humiliating as that is… there’s something about those dusky pink areolas and her flawless tanned skin that are keeping me mesmerised. She’s walking towards me in nothing but those red thongs and my mind is telling me I need to get out of here.

With each swing of those curved hips, that tiny waist that glitters with another piercing, is messing me with. Yet, I’m unable to look away from those long legs to the bounce of those tits…

“Skyla.” I growl warningly, sounding more animalistic than I should.

Her seductive tart scent of green apple, with hints of citrus and vanilla, invades my senses, the intoxicating smell making me want to bury my nose into her neck.

She chuckles, amused, as she places one arm loosely around my neck, pressing her naked body up against mine. I'm so lost in her, I hadn’t even noticed when she reached me. A soft moan escapes her as her stomach presses against my cock.

“Mmm, that feels as good as it did the first time…” she whispers, now running her finger over my lips.

I don’t know what hold she has on me, but I don’t like it… at the same time, it stings a little. Reign is definitely not on her mind - to think that I actually thought there was something between us…

“Quit it.” I snarl, I was too prideful to turn and run. It’s what she wants.

She smirks, running her hand down my chest, and I try not to enjoy the touch that is driving me bloody nuts. “Keep staring at me, Magic Fingers, and I will start charging you ten pounds for every time you check me out.”

I bite back a groan as she grabs my cock through my sweatpants, pressing her body against me. My back hits the wall behind me when I try to put space between us, and I swear internally when I throb in her hold, making her smile deviously. I make the mistake of looking down as I grab hold of her arms.

“Currently we stand at 50…” She whispers huskily, pressing her breasts against me. I’m very aware of her nipples grazing my skin through the torn tee I’m wearing, and she doesn’t seem to care that she’s getting more blood all over her.

“Stop messing around, Rossi.” I growl before pushing her back. She stumbles, but I don’t care, and I turn away.

She lets out a laugh. “Good luck walking out there with that jumbo tent.” She mocks and I hear her walking off before I hear the shower switch on.

Fucking hell.

I pull my shirt off, which is bloody and torn, holding it in my hands in front of my hard-on and leave the room.

“Class is over!” I thunder, their eyes are on me, as whispers spread, seeing the blood down my chest. I make sure I keep my shirt in front of me, keeping my cock pressed down as much as bloody possible.

That girl is fucking crazy, and she makes me crazy.

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It’s much later. The rest of the day passed without a hitch. It’s not even 5pm yet, but it’s already getting dark out. I head to the headmaster’s office. He had requested a meeting, one I know is regarding Skyla. Only now it’s not the same thing anymore. What I applied for when I came here was without knowing who she was.

“I have a meeting with the headmaster.” I state to the secretary.

She’s looking me over from behind those glasses, which I know are just a fashion statement. She’s a werewolf.

“Sure Alpha Royce, I’ll just let him know you’re here.” She says and I ignore her, crossing my arms as I wait. She picks up the phone. “Sir, Alpha Royce is here…”

“Send him in.” I hear his reply and, not waiting for a reply, I swiftly cross the room before she even has a chance to put the phone down.

“He said…” She trails off as I knock once and open the door.

He’s sitting behind his grand solid oak table, his hands folded in front of him. He’s powerful and also a good friend of Dad’s, but the fact that the friendship isn’t public knowledge makes me not trust him.

Colton Rivers, of beta blood, he’s from a pack past London. He’s in his mid-forties with sandy brown hair and well-groomed stubble. His sharp hazel eyes are observing me as he adjusts the jacket of his well-tailored suit.

“Royce, come on in, sit down.” He greets pleasantly enough.

I give a nod and take the seat opposite him. I hate men in suits… Why do they always give me the impression they’re all up to no good - if Dad is anything to go by.

“Something on your mind, son?”

“Not at all.” I reply, refusing to address him as Sir, I’m an Alpha, my rank is above his.

He nods, “Good, good. So, I heard there was a little… disturbance within your first lesson with the students?”

“Not really. If there was something to report, I would have. No one was hurt, and we were training. I can handle my class.” I reply firmly.

He nods. “Of course… and I understand it involved Skyla Rossi…” He scratches his beard, tugging at his collar, and you can see how nervous he is.

“Perhaps, but she was instigated, or was that part not reported?” I ask, cocking a brow.

He frowns and shakes his head, sighing. “No, not really. It was hearsay. Look, I’m in the middle here. The King wants to make sure the school runs without a hitch and then your father was adamant that you will be the perfect one for this role…” He hesitates and I tilt my head.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I just… she is the king’s daughter; she is not only a Rossi but the niece of Alpha Liam Westwood… Neither of the two families is one I wish to mess with.”

I almost frown. Is he insinuating that he doesn’t trust Dad? Or is he trying to figure me out to report to Dad?