Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 129 Her hand swirled around his nipple. Kairos suddenly felt nauseous. He peeled her hand off of him and tried to glare down at her. Unfortunately, his drunken state made it less tenacious than he wanted. "Your options are anything but limited," he slurred. "My father told me all the High Alphas or their heirs were allowed to petition for the Alpha Consort position." Amara hummed and placed her hand back on his chest. She pouted slightly. "They were, but Lunerly is engaged, Thorne is boring and Maximus is otherwise occupied," she ran her finger down the curve of his jaw.

"Which means you're my best bet, love." Kairos clenched his jaw. Was he really the only one left in the running for the position? Sure, Thorne had a hard on for the Queen and her daughter but Kairos highly doubted the Queen would want her daughter to be with a plain Alpha. He'd heard Lunerly was engaged to Bella but didn't know of the merit of the rumor. Then there was Maximus who was so far up Zora's ass she was practically spitting him out. Fucking Zora, there she was again. He couldn't escape her. As soon as the picture of her hit his head, his cock stirred in his pants.

Unfortunately for him, Amara noticed. She purred and ---- dropped her hand to put one of her long nails into the line of his trousers. "You like that idea?" she hummed in his ear. "You and me?" He found it disgusting, actually, but he was desperate for relief. From Zora and from the wet dreams of her he'd been having all week. He wrapped his hand around Amara's wrist and looked down at her. Her lips had curled into a knowing smirk. Kairos said nothing in reply. He yanked her away from the fridge and up to his bedroom.

He slammed the door open and was happy when Petyr and Alexei weren't in his room anymore. He didn't need or want to explain himself to them. As soon as he slammed the door shut, Amara's lips were on his. She tasted like the cheap beer he supplied for the party. Her lips were rough and demanding against his. He hated it. Zora's would be soft, he thought without trying. The thought made him angry. He grabbed Amara by the waist and dragged her to his bed. Her legs fell on either side of his crotch as her long nails dove their way back into his hair.

He ground up against her and she moaned like a cat in heat. The sound was all wrong. He ignored it and kept going. Amara pulled his cock out from his jeans and palmed it. Her ---- hands were cold and her long nails felt like razors against his skin. Still, he gritted his teeth. He thought of how Zora's hands would feel, soft and subtle, just like her mouth. He moaned at the thought, head tossed back. Amara giggled in reply and he was brought back out of his fantasies. It was all wrong, every bit about what he was doing felt wrong.

He still grabbed onto Amara, slid her panties to the side, and jammed his cock into her without a second thought. He had to get Zora out of his head. But she was so wonderful. Her hair and her smell and everything about her. He plowed harder into Amara's drenched cunt. She was soaking him in the way he wished to be soaked by Zora. He continued to drive into her, consumed by thoughts of Zora's red hair cascading around her like a flame as he drove into her like he was on fire. Somewhere, in all of his fantasies, Amara climaxed. But Kairos wasn't done yet.

He lifted Amara off him and spun her around so he could enter her from behind. She yelped as he did but then sunk back into her pornographic moans as he started to move his hips. It only took a few more slams of his dick and a couple of pictures of Zora in his head before his own climax hit him like a landslide. He pulled out of Amara and painted her ass with his cum before falling forward on his hands, utterly spent. Amara chuckled and brushed her hair off her face. "So you're reinstating the pact?" she gasped from inbetween breaths. ---- "Get the fuck out of my room," Kairos said, solemnly.

Amara frowned. "But-" "| said, get. The fuck. Out," Kairos gritted. "NOW!" Amara jolted to her feet and scrambled out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. Kairos was left alone with nothing more than his softening cock and Zora's red hair soaking his vision.