Captive Princess: A Dark Paranormal Romance (Feline Royals Book 2) Page 10

  “I’m sorry,” I said, swallowing the sour taste in my throat. “That sounds terrible.”

  “It was,” she said. “Sir Kenosi saved me.”

  “But did he?” I asked. “Is this really so much better, or is it the same thing but with nicer trim?”

  July threw back her head and laughed. “I like you,” she said. “You’re funny. Trust me, we’re all happy here. If we weren’t, we’d leave. It’s not like Sir Kenosi would put us back on the streets where he found us, either. He takes care of our people. We’d go live on the pieces of land he bought with his own money and turned into cheetah territory for the entire clan. We’re here because we want to be here with him.”

  “Must be nice,” I muttered as she wheeled toward the elevator. I glanced sideways at the knife on the bedside table. As much as I liked July, I liked my freedom better. I grabbed it and charged across the room, knocking her cart aside and diving into the elevator ahead of her.

  She let out a cry of surprise, her hand flying to her chest. For just a second, her eyes rounded further, unnaturally, and her pupils stretched vertically. Then she was back to being the smiley, robotic nurse I knew.

  “I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay here until Sir Kenosi calls you down,” she said, looking genuinely regretful.

  “You’ll have to drag me out of here,” I said, gripping the decorative bar that ran around the elevator at hip level.

  “I don’t want to have to remove you,” she said. “But I can if you need me to.”

  “You just try it,” I growled, clutching the serrated knife where she could see it.

  She stepped away from her cart, approaching the elevator door slowly. “Now, there’s no need for that,” she said, holding up a hand like she was trying to calm a panicked animal. “Just put the knife down, and we’ll get you in to see Sir Kenosi right away, Your Grace.”

  “I don’t want to see Kenosi,” I said. “I want to see the door out of this place.”

  “Then let’s get you there,” she said, and the door to the elevator began to slide closed. It took me a second to realize what was happening—that she must have hit the button on the outside.

  I dove for the door. Getting stuck in a tiny glass elevator was a hundred times worse than being trapped in a suite with multiple, luxurious rooms. Not to mention that there was no food here, either.

  I made it to the door and thrust my arm out before it closed completely. Instead of sliding back open, though, the door pinned my arm. “Hey,” I yelled, flailing my arm at July, who stood just inside my rooms. “Get me out here. I promise I won’t attack you. Here, you want my knife? I’ll pass it through. Just pull me out.”

  “Pass me the knife,” July said, her voice sweet and perky as ever, as if she were asking me to pass the sugar.

  I thrust the knife through, dropping it to the floor so she’d know I wasn’t going to try to take her by surprise. She picked it up and set it on her cart. “Now open the door,” I said. “Please.”

  “I’m sorry, Princess Ocelot,” she said, and she punched the button beside the elevator again.

  To my horror, it started to move. Visions of having my arm ripped off at the elbow exploded in my mind. I threw my weight backwards, wrenching at my arm. My elbow stuck for a second, but I twisted frantically, and my arm came free just as the next floor appeared through the glass on the back of the elevator. I crouched in the corner, cradling my arm, breathing through the bruising pain from where it had stuck. Angry red marks circled my arm just above the elbow.

  Cursing Kenosi under my breath, I stood on shaking legs. Hunger and exhaustion made me weak, but the adrenaline rush of trying to escape had me wired. Now I was ready to go. I barely felt the pain. I pitied whoever was in the lobby when the door opened. There was no stopping me now.

  Nineteen

  When the elevator door slid open, I wasn’t in the lobby. I was on some sort of walkway, a balcony that overlooked the lobby several stories below. The railing was lined with trailing, leafy vines that hung down toward the lobby, but I didn’t see any kind of emergency ladder conveniently stretching to the ground or lying about.

  I turned to go in search of stairs, but I found a man standing a few paces behind me. “Your Majesty,” he said with a deep bow. He swept an arm toward a wide hallway that led away from the balcony. “I have been informed that you require an audience with the kind Sir.”

  Kind Sir, my ass.

  “If that’s how you get out of this place, I’ll take it,” I said.

  “Very well,” he said. “Proceed.”

  He had the same coppery-brown skin and short, kinky hair as the others in the Cheetah court, but I didn’t recognize his uniform. Unlike the women, he wasn’t wearing expensive lingerie for a uniform, and he wasn’t wearing the guard uniform or the white ones I’d seen on the servers the night before. From the way he talked and carried himself, he could have been royalty, but I’d learned that royalty in the Cheetah Nation meant nothing. Money meant everything.

  “Right this way,” he said, gesturing grandly to a doorway hidden in a small alcove at the end of the hall. He turned the knob and swung the door open, propelling me in. I stopped in my tracks, shocked still by the scene before me.

  The orgy. There was no other way to describe what was happening. And though I liked to think Lord Balam had opened my eyes, that he’d been my sexual awakening, nothing we’d done could have prepared me for the scene unfolding in the spacious room. The bed was at least ten feet long and extended about twenty feet wide, stretching along half the length of the far wall. Two sofas sat at the foot of the bed. Every surface in the room was covered with writhing, naked bodies in various sexual positions. A woman lay on her back on each of the couches, another woman going down on her while yet another sat astride her face.

  When I’d said he had a harem of women, I hadn’t gone so far as to imagine this. I had imagined a rotation, not an all-day sex show for his benefit. On the bed, more women lay in tangles, moaning and grinding, licking, sucking, and rubbing. At the head of the bed, propped on a mountain of pillows like the presiding king sat the lone male in the room—Kenosi.

  Like everyone in the room, he was naked. Instead of soft curves and rounded angles, Kenosi was sculpted to perfection, each muscle cut with the precision of a marble statue. His pecs were chiseled, each nipple dark and tight against his brown skin. His abs rippled in a perfect eight-pack above a neatly groomed groin where two women enjoyed the dark cock I had sucked last night. His bare legs were sprawled out on the bed, long and muscled with just the right amount of definition.

  He saw me watching and gestured lazily. “Come on, Princess,” he said. “There’s room for more. Climb on my face and let me taste that royal pussy.”

  “Fuck you, Kenosi,” I said, too rattled to think of anything clever to say.

  “That can be arranged,” he said. “But I like to take it slow. Get you warmed up.”

  “Like you’re getting all of them warmed up?” I asked, throwing an arm in a wide gesture at the room.

  Kenosi smirked. “Yeah, like that.”

  “For what?” I growled. “You can’t possibly fuck all these women even if you spent all day doing it.”

  “I can’t?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “You underestimate me, Princess.”

  Holy shit. Could he really fuck a dozen women in a row? I didn’t know what was possible, but I didn’t think that was. I couldn’t go more than two or three times without hobbling around the next day like I’d pulled a muscle. But then, I was a human, and Kenosi wasn’t. I had no idea what a shifter could do. The thought sent a flutter through my core.

  “Do I sense a challenge?” Kenosi asked. “You’re welcome to stay and see if you don’t believe me.”

  “I’ll take your word for it,” I said with a shake of my head, trying to clear my mind and focus. The adrenaline had worn off, and I found myself so weak I just wanted to sit down so I didn’t have to stand another minute.

  “
Did you come for the show?” he asked. “Because I can make you come for me, too.”

  “I’m done with your games,” I said, anger bubbling through me again. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it so I can leave. What do you want? You want to fuck me, right?”

  “We’re not in the Ocelot Nation anymore, Princess,” he said. “You don’t make the rules here.”

  “I’m well aware,” I gritted out. “That’s why I’m asking what you want.”

  “I want you to experience powerlessness.” He tapped on the shoulders of the girls servicing him. They slid away, leaving him spread out on the pillows, his body nothing short of perfection. His cock stood straight, slick, and—god, just as perfect as the rest of the bastard. “Everyone in power should experience it at least once,” he said. “Don’t rush the process.”

  I tore my eyes from his body, so I’d remember that the man inside that body was a monster. “Like these women?” I asked. “Is that your goal for them, too—powerlessness?”

  For a second, his eyes flashed with that glow of gold, his pupils elongating. Fuck. I’d pushed him too far. My heart lurched against my ribs, and I stepped back, wrapping my arms around myself. I watched his fingers, waiting for them to sprout claws and shred the pillows.

  Instead, he lifted a lazy hand and gestured to the two women who had been sucking his dick. His eyes were normal, and so were his hands. Kenosi wouldn’t lose control like Shadow did. He wasn’t a feral shifter, no matter how sick he was. And he wasn’t boy the same age as me. He was a thirty-year-old man, and for all I knew, he’d shown me that flash of his cheetah just to scare me.

  “Give her the royal treatment, July,” he said.

  Before I could move, six women were surrounding me. One minute they were on the bed, and the next, they had caged me in before I could so much as blink.

  Fuck, cheetahs were fast.

  “Get away from me,” I warned as one of them stepped against my back.

  “It’s okay,” she purred, her hand dipping into the slit in my dress.

  “Whoa there,” I said, throwing an elbow. She grabbed it and pinned it behind my back. I tried to wrench free, but her grip was inhuman.

  “No fucking way,” I growled, throwing a punch with my other hand. The woman there easily ducked the blow and caught my wrist, pulling it down. Their hands were all over me, touching me, binding me. I kicked out, but my legs were lifted from under me until they were supporting my weight, cradling and restraining me. Their hands massaged my legs, my arms. A hand slid between my thighs as I struggled, slipping inside my underwear and caressing my bare skin. I snarled at the woman, but she only moaned and stroked my center, her eyes closing and her head falling back, her lips parted.

  “Get off me,” I screamed, but they paid no mind. One woman’s lips trailed up my arm while another girl tore the strap of my dress with a flick of her wrist. She rolled down the top of my dress, her hands spreading over my full breasts. Moments later, soft lips closed gently over my nipple, a tongue flicking it to life.

  I glared at Kenosi, who sat watching from his throne of perversion. “Let me go,” I yelled. “Get them away from me.”

  “I’d enjoy it if I were you,” he said. “Open your mind and your knees, Princess, and experience what the world has to offer. So much more than what you’ve learned in your tiny palace. Relax and see how it feels to be worshipped like a god whether you ask for it or not. They’re very good at what they do.”

  “Your tits are amazing,” another woman said, ducking to slide her pink tongue slowly over my nipple. I gasped, a shock of pleasure pulsing between my thighs.

  “Fuck you,” I growled, kicking out at them. They didn’t seem to notice. One of them slid her hand up the slit in my dress again, hooking her finger around the center of my panties and pulling them aside. Her finger tickled my bare skin, and my whole body tensed, trying to squeeze my legs together. The others held me splayed out, though. I was just pissed off enough to be happy that she found me completely dry.

  “Bring her to the bed,” Kenosi said, and they conveyed my rigid body across the room and lay me at Sir Kenosi’s feet like an offering.

  I glared up at him, hating him so much I thought my head would explode. “I hope you get a disease and die a slow and horrible death,” I said, the words flying out of me like bullets.

  “Shifters don’t get diseases,” he said, gesturing for the girls to go on. They made quick work of my dress, and soon enough, I was as naked as all their beautiful brown bodies. One of them lay beside me, her lips trailing along my cheek.

  I squeezed my eyes closed and turned my face away. “Don’t you dare think I’ll kiss you.”

  She laughed, a husky sound against my throat, her warm breath sending tingles down my spine. Her lips trailed along my neck, and fuck, all these mouths on me felt…oh god. They felt so good. They offered only pleasure, no pain. Mouths caressed my breasts, my belly. Soft lips closed over my nipples, tugging gently. At last, two mouths moved down my belly, their bodies sinking between my thighs. I bucked, but I was helpless under a half dozen shifters.

  Their soft lips kissed my bare mound, then gently probed between my lips. A tremor went through me as one of them tickled my clit with the tip of her tongue. She moaned, dipping deeper, tangling it with the other girl’s tongue as they spread my lips and explored my folds. The girl at my neck gave a throaty laugh, her hand massaging the tension from my shoulder as another girl blew cold air across my wet nipple. Suddenly, it was more than my body could handle. Blood rushed to the flesh between my thighs, swelling me with heat. Wetness sprang to life at the sensation of two warm tongues flicking and stroking my pussy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Sir Kenosi said, a smirk on his full, beautiful lips. “I can smell how wet your pussy is from here. Maybe next time you won’t judge a man for enjoying what feels good.”

  One of the girls’ tongues circled my entrance, and I gasped, looking up at Kenosi with helpless longing. Suddenly, all I wanted, all I needed, was him inside me. I didn’t care about my pride or his gloating. I needed more than two small tongues teasing me. I needed a big, stiff cock to fill me and fuck me until the unbearable ache inside me was broken open and released.

  “I need you,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his. “Sir.”

  Twenty

  This strange link seemed to shimmer between us for a second, as if I were in some kind of echoing tunnel, commanding him in a much more imposing voice. I felt nothing for a beat, as if I were out of my body. A strange shock flickered across his face, a moment of perfect stillness.

  And then it was gone.

  “It seems the princess would like me to taste her,” Kenosi said, rising gracefully from his mountain of pillows. The two girls between my legs moved to either side, holding my knees and watching as Kenosi moved closer. My thighs trembled, and I tried to close them, my mind already beginning to clear. But before I could regain my senses, he was sliding onto the bed, his strong arms caging my hips, his hands sliding around the tops of my thighs and spreading them. With a moan, he buried his head between my legs, his tongue plunging past my opening, the friction of it against my swollen flesh almost unbearable. He slid it deeper and deeper, wriggling inside me like a trapped animal.

  I let out a cry of pleasure, and he lifted his head, his lust-clouded gaze meeting mine. In one motion, he shot up my body, burying his cock to the hilt inside me. I cried out in shock, my walls clenching around him as our naked bodies collided. The intimacy not only of our sex, but of our bodies joining together fully, knocked the breath from me.

  Kenosi’s arms caged me in, his eyes boring into mine. “That’s some trick, princess.”

  “What?” I asked, barely able to breathe past the waves of sensation crashing through me, almost painful in their intensity. Every inch of my skin that was in contact his ached for more.

  As if he could read my mind and wanted to deny me, Kenosi pushed up onto his knees, dragging my hips with him so he could
stay buried inside me. “I want to watch this,” he said with an edge of gloating in his voice. He wet his lips, watching his thumb skim across my mound and smash down on my swollen clit, smearing my juices across my sensitive skin. I gasped, squirming against him, needing the motion now that he had satisfied my need to be filled.

  “Patience, Princess,” he said. Another girl crawled over to me, taking my nipple in her mouth and sucking gently. Another took the other side, massaging and flicking her tongue over my nipple. Kenosi knelt between my thighs, gripping my pelvis with an unbreakable hold. He rolled his hips in a smooth, powerful motion, gliding his long, perfect cock out and then burying it deep inside me. A whimper of pleasure escaped me at the soft, insistent suction on my nipples while his cock filled me. My body shuddered with pleasure, my back arching and my thighs spreading in helpless submission. He moved faster with each thrust, an animal growl building inside him with each stroke.

  Suddenly he grabbed my ankle and swung it over him, twisting my body so I was lying on my side. Never losing rhythm, he pressed my knees together with one hand, crushing my hip into the bed with his other hand. I gasped at the new sensation, his cock hitting me in ways I hadn’t felt before as he pumped into me from the side. My position made my walls squeeze him tighter, and he gave a guttural grunt with each thrust as he pumped his sleek cock into me faster and faster. Heat built inside me until it was almost unbearable, and I cried out for release.

  His eyes glowed golden with his cheetah, his breath coming hard and fast. “Tell me what you want, Princess.”

  “I want your cum,” I gasped. “Please, Sir.”

  “You’re about to get it.” His fingers gripped me with bruising force as he held my hips and knees still, plunging his cock in one last time. His hips locked to mine as his cum gushed into me in spurt after spurt. My body responded, my walls clenching in rhythmic pulses along his rigid shaft. My whole body shuddered with pleasure as I felt his cock throbbing inside me again and again. Another cry escaped me, and my toes clenched, my scalp tingled, and electricity sparkled through every nerve ending in my body.