Chapter 156 I’M WILLING TO PAY UP FRONT

Chapter 156 I’M WILLING TO PAY UP FRONT
NARRATOR
Kiara jolted upright in bed and would’ve gotten up if she didn’t have a really strong man straddling her lower belly, his hands planted on either side of her head, caging her in beneath him.
“Y-Your Majesty, what are you doing here? How...?” she stammered, eyes glancing toward the door, heart racing, clutching the comforter like it was her last line of defense.
If any of the girls walked in, they’d find a man on top of her in her own bed!
“Your friends went to training. They gave you the day off. Just so you know, I’m taking a pretty big risk coming to get you,” Alistair even had the nerve to complain.
Looming over Kiara like a stalker, he looked back into those fawn-green eyes, then dropped his gaze to her thick lips, so soft and pink.
He didn’t know why, but ever since yesterday, he’d wanted to kiss her again. He’d liked her taste, and this stupid idea kept running through his head.
“Your Majesty, I think we should talk about what... well, what happened yesterday...”
“Had nobody ever kissed you before?” Kiara went rigid, like an opossum playing dead.
That bright red climbing up her cheeks told Alistair everything, and he watched her with this amused, twisted kind of delight.
“So I’ve run into a little virgin...”
“I’m not a virgin!” She shot up to defend her “not virginity,” and she was so fast her head slammed right into Alistair’s forehead.
“Fuck...” The prince settled back on top of Kiara, feeling her small body under his weight as he rubbed his forehead.
Truth was, it barely even hurt. His magic protected him from dumb stuff like that, but this girl was clumsy as hell.
Still, when he looked at her, he paused.
Those green eyes stared up at him, all hurt and offended, wet, almost about to cry, and she kept nibbling that lower lip, so thick and delicious, like it was made to be sucked and nipped...
“Ahem... you’re really clumsy. And you want to learn magic like that?” He pulled her hand away from the bump forming, like Kiara was about to grow a unicorn horn.
With two fingers to her forehead, he soothed the sharp ache.
Kiara felt the surge of powerful magic sinking into her skin. Her wolf breathed in deep, sniffing that power.
“Mmmm, he smells like a big piece of freshly roasted venison... shhh, so good to bite into...” Kiara frowned at Minna’s description.
The prince’s power tasted like a juicy roast?
While her wolf practically drooled, Alistair studied her too.
He could barely feel the ripples of an Omega’s magic resonating.
Mages recognized each other. Sometimes they even felt drawn to compatible energies, magics that wrapped together... or pushed each other away.
Alistair confirmed what he’d suspected. Kiara was completely defenseless in front of someone as powerful as him.
Right now, he could control her. Spy on the witch through her. So many options...
“Th-thank you, Your Majesty.”
But when he heard her soft voice again, and that tiny little thing looked up at him from this close, he felt like a bastard for wanting to use her.
And that was the weirdest part... because he wasn’t the kind of man who cared much about other people, and definitely not some nobody hybrid.
Alistair didn’t understand what he was seeing in this woman he’d never even bothered to look at before.
And he was way too curious for his own good. He didn’t sit with questions. He needed to chase them until he got an answer.
Fine. Since you’re not a virgin, I’ll give you today’s incentive so you’ll finish getting up and take me to Mrs. Agata’s," he told her, with that twisted little thought in the back of his mind, just to get under her skin.
Kiara fell back onto the pillows, stunned all over again, and then it got worse with the “morning incentive” he decided to give her.
Alistair shrugged off his black leather jacket and tossed it onto the chair, lifted his muscular arms, and started pulling off his white T-shirt.
Kiara held her breath as his defined abdomen came into view, his jeans sitting so low it almost revealed the forbidden V of his groin.
The toned lines of his abs cut into perfect skin, broken only by a massive tattoo that started at his groin, climbed up the left side of his ribs, and spread over his pectoral.
Runes and magical chains intertwined with branches from an enchanted dark forest inked into his skin, and inside that forest it looked like a shadow was watching from deep within the design.
Like the chains and runes were the only thing keeping whatever lurked in there from getting out.
He was beautiful. Exotic. Twisted. Just like the prince himself.
Kiara swallowed hard when his defined chest came into view.
He had a piercing in each nipple, two bad-boy studs made to be sucked and rolled under the tip of an experienced tongue.
Her breathing sped up, and she felt like she might faint any second with that specimen half-naked above her.
His blond hair fell in a sexy mess over his broad shoulders when he finally yanked the shirt over his head.
Something flashed with a soft little jingle, and she noticed the earring hanging from one of the prince’s ears.
A magical stone dangling there, like the ornaments mages wore all the time.
“Alright, little hybrid, I’m all yours...” Alistair leaned back down over the trembling little thing pinned under his legs.
His voice dropped into a rough, spell-soaked cadence.
He took Kiara’s hands, colder than the ice in the freezer, and brought them to his chest.
With his bigger hands guiding hers, he made her stroke him slowly.
“Mmn... you scared little thing, you’re freezing... shhh, relax, baby. You really act like you’ve never touched a man... even though someone’s fucked you before... right?”
Alistair leaned in a little more, his half-hard cock pressing into Kiara’s stomach because... yeah. It was turning him on.
“We sh-shouldn’t...”
“Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips as he leaned closer, his hair falling around his face, gorgeous and malicious.
“I said I’d pay, and I’m willing to do anything for that apprentice spot. Don’t be shy. Help yourself to the whole buffet...”
He guided her hands down over his tight muscles, right to that teasing trail of blond hair slipping under the waistband of his jeans.