15. Lorcan's POV

Lorcan

My fingers grasp the woman’s hair tightly as her tongue swirls over my throbbing head. My eyes shut and irritation flares to life inside me. I groan, standing and pulling out of her hot, wet mouth. Her big blue eyes water. “Have I displeased you, my prince?”

I grit my teeth, shoving my cock back in my pants. “I’d prefer you not suck my dick like you’re scared of hurting me.” I grip her chin roughly and squeeze, letting my eyes roam over her ample breasts and the curling hair between her thighs, slick with cum. “Perhaps, another time.”

She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek, and stands from where she kneels by my feet. I watch her walk out, her ass jiggling, inciting my lust further. The door opens before she reaches it and I sigh when Mael walks in, turning to whistle at her with a shit-eating grin curving his mouth. “Since when did your blonde fetish die?”

Since my brother got us mated to a dark-haired wo