Savage Royals (Boys of Oak Park Prep #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,75
I’d already known that thanks to my conversation with Jacqueline, my heart ached for him. I knew exactly what it felt like to lose a mother.
“It sucks, doesn’t it?” I asked softly.
His gaze locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, his whole body tensed, as if the intense emotions bottled up inside him were too much to be contained, like he might tear apart at the seams.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice a harsh rasp. “It does.”
I swallowed, not quite sure what else to say.
He looked tortured. Ruined.
But a moment later, the tension drained from him. He let out a breath and took another drink, leaning back and spreading his legs lazily. “All right. Enough of this pussy bullshit. Somebody needs to pick ‘dare’.”
“Okay, tough guy. Truth or Dare?” I teased, leveling him with a challenging stare.
He cocked his head, green eyes glittering in the dim light. “Dare, Hildebrand. Do your worst.”
Well, this is too fucking good to pass up.
I kept my gaze on him, letting the silence settle for a moment while I thought about it. Then I grinned.
“I dare you to be my footstool for ten minutes. Without complaining,” I added, holding up a finger.
His eyes widened, then narrowed. “Are you serious?”
I snapped my fingers, pointing at the floor. “Hurry along, peasant. My feet are tired.”
Finn howled with laughter, and Mason shot him a glare. Slowly, he rose and walked over to stand in front of me. I wiggled my toes invitingly, and Elijah chuckled.
“Damn, Mason. She’s got your number. Bringing the king low.”
Mason threw him an annoyed glance, but then he turned his attention back to me, inclining his head sarcastically. “I live to serve, Princess.”
Slowly, he sank to his knees. I expected him to go to all fours like the human impersonation of a stool, but instead, he sat on his heels, still facing me. Then he lifted both my feet, bending my legs and resting my arches on his shoulders. I’d been slouching on the couch, so now, with my legs up, his face was less than a foot away from the apex of my thighs.
The material of my bikini bottoms suddenly felt too thin, too flimsy.
He was so close.
Keeping his head slightly bowed, he flicked his gaze up to meet mine, staring at me from beneath his lashes, and my breath hitched.
Son of a bitch.
I should’ve known he’d find some way to turn the tables on me. He was obeying the letter of my command, but not the intent. I’d meant to bring him low, like Elijah had said, but instead, he was the one putting me on the spot.
His hands stayed on my ankles, caressing up and down my legs softly, and I swore I could feel his breath on my core. My breathing shortened, becoming hitched and uneven, and without even meaning too, I shifted my hips on the cushion, needing… something.
To get away.
To get closer.
To find a cure for the overwhelming ache building inside me.
None of the other Princes spoke, their gazes fixed on the two of us, and the silence became so heavy it felt like a sixth presence in the room. I couldn’t look away from Mason’s eyes, and I saw a dozen emotions flicker through them as he stared back at me.
When he turned his head and blew lightly on the skin of my ankles, I let out a strangled noise, then glared at him and dug my toes into the flesh of his shoulder muscles. That only seemed to encourage him though, and he repeated the action on the other side, sliding his hands all the way up my legs to rest on my hips.
“Is somebody… keeping time?” I gritted out, cursing myself for choosing ten whole fucking minutes. My body felt like a live wire, sparking and electric.
“Yup. You’ve got two minutes left, little dancer.” Finn’s voice was rough too, and it made wetness flood my bikini bottoms.
Fuck. Two minutes?
My hands clamped around Mason’s, securing them to my hips, and I wasn’t sure if it was to keep him from touching me anywhere else or to make sure he didn’t stop touching me.
An eternity seemed to pass in those two minutes, and my entire lower body felt swollen, needy, and hot.
Finally, Elijah said, “Time.”
A breath I didn’t even realize I’d be holding rushed from my lungs. Mason’s grin was pure, seductive evil, and he dragged his hands down my legs before lifting my feet from his shoulders.