Secrets of a Reckless Princess by Annabel Wolfe Page A

jacket. “We are essentially locked in for the evening until the scans are completed. The Queen asked us to return to our quarters and stay here until it can be determined whether or not we’ve been targeted. I’d say, with what happened on Mega 3, which is a much smaller colony, we’re likely to have a problem.”
    “It wouldn’t surprise me.” Damon took another step and caught Jayla’s hand, bringing it to his mouth. His lips feathered across her fingers. “But may I say if we have to be trapped, I can’t think of better company.”
    She wasn’t used to this, to his charming side, though, it occurred to her, he must not be any stranger to seducing females since he did it so smoothly. Marc, too, was altogether too casually comfortable in the role of dominant male.
    Is that a twinge of possessive jealousy ?
    If so, she immediately told herself, it was unfounded, for whatever females they might have been involved with in the past, they were both hers now.
    Damon said, “There isn’t much we can do right now but be compliant and wait for the engineers to find the device.”
    “How will we pass the time?” Marc grinned, tossing his jacket aside.
    “I’ve got an idea or two.”
    “Great minds think alike then.”
    Perversely, she found their easy confidence was somehow an aphrodisiac. It must be, for with both them eyeing her like a particularly delectable meal, her skin started to warm. She began to snatch her hand back, but Damon held fast and nibbled on her middle finger.
    It had an inexplicable effect. She exhaled slowly and did her best to look unmoved.
    The trouble was, Damon knew her too well. “He’s right,” he said persuasively, his fingers closing over her wrist and tugging her closer so their bodies were almost touching. “We are stuck here alone, just the three of us, at least until tomorrow when we get word we can leave our quarters.”
    Their relationship had changed dramatically and she still remembered his fervent lovemaking. While Marc was restrained and skilled, Damon was—as always—unpredictable at a guess.
    “We haven’t even had our evening meal yet. I’m hungry,” she pointed out.
    The two males exchanged a charged glance. “So are we,” Marc murmured.
    “Not what I meant.” She did her best to keep the cool princess in her voice. “There’s chilled wine and a cold meal set out for us.” She gestured at where a low table held both food and drink, as promised. More food would be delivered in the morning if the scans were not complete. Both her mother and Raphael Le Clerc had agreed that all ranking members of Anasta’s government should stay in their quarters until it was determined which of them was the target. By not moving around, they wouldn’t run the risk of the individual whose code had been compromised setting off an explosion.
    “We’ll feed you, we promise.” Damon grinned. “To make sure you keep your strength up.”
    In the background she was dimly aware of Marc undressing, but it was all lost as Damon kissed her. Not with slow persuasive pressure either, but hot and hard.
    After all, Damon did nothing by halves.
    Neither did Marc, she discovered as she felt her tunic being unfastened and slipped from her body. His arms possessively circled her from behind, his hot, hard erection nestled against her bottom, and his mouth nuzzled her neck.
    Which one would take her first? She wasn’t sure, but she was sure that the excitement spiking through her veins was genuine, as was their desire, for both of them were aroused—Damon pressed against her front and Marc now stroking her breasts.
    Damon broke the kiss, his voice low. “Bed?”
    “Whatever pleases Jayla.” Marc murmured against her sensitized skin, cupping both her bared breasts in his palms, the nipples now erect and tingling.
    What pleased her was having two virile lovers and she shivered between them, the tremble involuntary. Damon stepped back and began to strip with swift carelessness. Jayla made