The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

9. My Irritation

ROYCE.

Her fingertips slide under her bra and I know I need to leave.

“What’s wrong? Struggling between your two heads?” She taunts in that seductive voice of hers, as

soft, seductive and utterly sexy as the first time she spoke.

“No.” I manage to reply, but I don’t think I sound convincing to even myself.

I’m not expecting what she does next. She turns towards me, and at the same time, she pulls her bra

off over her head and I find myself staring at her tits. Round, firm and perky, both nipples adorned with

a little jewelled ring.

I throb hard, knowing I’m now supporting a full-on hard-on.

As humiliating as that is… there’s something about those dusky pink areolas and her flawless tanned

skin that are keeping me mesmerised. She’s walking towards me in nothing but those red thongs and

my mind is telling me I need to get out of here.

With each swing of those curved hips, that tiny waist that glitters with another piercing, is messing me

with. Yet, I’m unable to look away from those long legs to the bounce of those tits…

“Skyla.” I growl warningly, sounding more animalistic than I should.

Her seductive tart scent of green apple, with hints of citrus and vanilla, invades my senses, the

intoxicating smell making me want to bury my nose into her neck.

She chuckles, amused, as she places one arm loosely around my neck, pressing her naked body up

against mine. I'm so lost in her, I hadn’t even noticed when she reached me. A soft moan escapes her

as her stomach presses against my cock.

“Mmm, that feels as good as it did the first time…” she whispers, now running her finger over my lips.

I don’t know what hold she has on me, but I don’t like it… at the same time, it stings a little. Reign is

definitely not on her mind - to think that I actually thought there was something between us… NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Quit it.” I snarl, I was too prideful to turn and run. It’s what she wants.

She smirks, running her hand down my chest, and I try not to enjoy the touch that is driving me bloody

nuts. “Keep staring at me, Magic Fingers, and I will start charging you ten pounds for every time you

check me out.”

I bite back a groan as she grabs my cock through my sweatpants, pressing her body against me. My

back hits the wall behind me when I try to put space between us, and I swear internally when I throb in

her hold, making her smile deviously. I make the mistake of looking down as I grab hold of her arms.

“Currently we stand at 50…” She whispers huskily, pressing her breasts against me. I’m very aware of

her nipples grazing my skin through the torn tee I’m wearing, and she doesn’t seem to care that she’s

getting more blood all over her.

“Stop messing around, Rossi.” I growl before pushing her back. She stumbles, but I don’t care, and I

turn away.

She lets out a laugh. “Good luck walking out there with that jumbo tent.” She mocks and I hear her

walking off before I hear the shower switch on.

Fucking hell.

I pull my shirt off, which is bloody and torn, holding it in my hands in front of my hard-on and leave the

room.

“Class is over!” I thunder, their eyes are on me, as whispers spread, seeing the blood down my chest. I

make sure I keep my shirt in front of me, keeping my cock pressed down as much as bloody possible.

That girl is fucking crazy, and she makes me crazy.

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It’s much later. The rest of the day passed without a hitch. It’s not even 5pm yet, but it’s already getting

dark out. I head to the headmaster’s office. He had requested a meeting, one I know is regarding

Skyla. Only now it’s not the same thing anymore. What I applied for when I came here was without

knowing who she was.

“I have a meeting with the headmaster.” I state to the secretary.

She’s looking me over from behind those glasses, which I know are just a fashion statement. She’s a

werewolf.

“Sure Alpha Royce, I’ll just let him know you’re here.” She says and I ignore her, crossing my arms as I

wait. She picks up the phone. “Sir, Alpha Royce is here…”

“Send him in.” I hear his reply and, not waiting for a reply, I swiftly cross the room before she even has

a chance to put the phone down.

“He said…” She trails off as I knock once and open the door.

He’s sitting behind his grand solid oak table, his hands folded in front of him. He’s powerful and also a

good friend of Dad’s, but the fact that the friendship isn’t public knowledge makes me not trust him.

Colton Rivers, of beta blood, he’s from a pack past London. He’s in his mid-forties with sandy brown

hair and well-groomed stubble. His sharp hazel eyes are observing me as he adjusts the jacket of his

well-tailored suit.

“Royce, come on in, sit down.” He greets pleasantly enough.

I give a nod and take the seat opposite him. I hate men in suits… Why do they always give me the

impression they’re all up to no good - if Dad is anything to go by.

“Something on your mind, son?”

“Not at all.” I reply, refusing to address him as Sir, I’m an Alpha, my rank is above his.

He nods, “Good, good. So, I heard there was a little… disturbance within your first lesson with the

students?”

“Not really. If there was something to report, I would have. No one was hurt, and we were training. I can

handle my class.” I reply firmly.

He nods. “Of course… and I understand it involved Skyla Rossi…” He scratches his beard, tugging at

his collar, and you can see how nervous he is.

“Perhaps, but she was instigated, or was that part not reported?” I ask, cocking a brow.

He frowns and shakes his head, sighing. “No, not really. It was hearsay. Look, I’m in the middle here.

The King wants to make sure the school runs without a hitch and then your father was adamant that

you will be the perfect one for this role…” He hesitates and I tilt my head.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I just… she is the king’s daughter; she is not only a Rossi but the niece of Alpha Liam Westwood…

Neither of the two families is one I wish to mess with.”

I almost frown. Is he insinuating that he doesn’t trust Dad? Or is he trying to figure me out to report to

Dad?

“Of course.” I say simply.

“Well actually, Aleric was here earlier, and he was offering to work one on one with her rather than her

attending your class, jus-”

My eyes flash, my aura rising and a few papers on the desk flutter as one almost slides off the table,

but Colton leans over placing his hand on it, stopping it.

“I joined the academy to help teach her control. That was my reason, so why would you even consider

passing her to Aleric?” I growl, trying to keep the rage from losing control. “Isolating her further than

she already is, is not wise.”

“I understand. He just seemed like you’d be alright with it.” He looks genuinely baffled.

“Oh, did he?” I say, cocking a brow. Aleric… stop bloody meddling. “I’ll handle him…”

I trail off, realising what it would mean to have her in my class, the constant allure and temptation. I’m

meant to be her teacher… I’m several years older than her… but it's me or Aleric, who is clearly here to

try to win her over.

She’s… I know Lil Lucifer… behind that attitude she displays, she has her demons as we all do… and

I’m not letting Aleric prey on her. Not on my watch. I just need to make sure I don’t end up doing the

same.

I stand up, running my hand through my hair. “I’ll talk to Aleric and make it clear there is no change to

our agreements. He’s here for science. Let him teach them the bloody periodic table. He is not to

interfere in my lesson.”

Not waiting for a reply, I turn, about to walk to the door when it's opened by the secretary.

“Oh, I brought drinks.” She says, holding out the small tray while she’s also trying to press her breasts

together.

“No, thanks.” I reply, refusing to look at her as I sidestep and grab the door before it shuts and take my

exit.

‘Aleric. I need to talk to you. Now.’

‘Ok brother, calm down.’ His amused reply comes.

I shake my head.

He knows exactly why I’m calling him.

‘Meet me on the basketball pitch.’

‘Sure. Just give me fifteen or twenty minutes. I’m just a little busy.’

I cut the link as I head outside. The sky is dark, and the weather is cool, or by human standards, it’s

freezing. The calmness of the quiet school is pleasant. There are a few kids around as they are allowed

out until curfew, but compared to the day, it’s a lot quieter.

The sound of the crisp grass under my feet draws my attention, a pleasant sound… and I sigh heavily.

Twenty minutes…

I glance at my watch before I change course, heading to the football pitch. The stands are empty. I

guess I’ll do a few rounds before Aleric gets out here. I break into a jog as I began making my first

round.

I’m not even a few minutes in when I sense I’m not alone, and turn sharply to the bleachers, scanning

them. There.

Right near the scoreboard…

I jog over. “Who’s there?” I call out before a familiar scent hits.

“You really can’t leave me alone, can you?” She says climbing out from under the seats. She’s dressed

all in black, a sexy corset accentuating her waist and tits. “Another ten there.” She drawls and I snap

my eyes up to her.

Way to go Royce…

“What are you doing out here?” I ask, cocking a brow.

“None of your business.” She says, but I don’t miss the way her grip on her phone tightens, a glimmer

of emotions in her eyes.

Something is troubling her…

“Alright.” I say.

I turn my back on her when I suddenly remember something and turn around, just as she’s about to

walk off, “Wait, you don’t live on campus. Shouldn’t you have headed home before dark?”

“Oh wow, are you for real? I’m eighteen, and I can handle myself. Seriously, did my dad tell you to keep

an eye on me?”

“No. I’m not someone’s babysitter.” I retort at her accusing tone.

“Good, because if I find out, then I will-”

I close the gap between us, glaring down at her. “Or you will what? Respect Rossi… I’m not asking for

it, I’m demanding it or you will be punished.” I see the beginning of a smirk and narrow my eyes. "And it

won’t be the type you like.” I finish menacingly.

She pouts, turning her back on me as she shrugs, stretching like a sexy little nymph before she places

a hand on her ass. “Such a prude… this ass likes a bit of pain… or a lot.” She winks at me before she

struts off, making me exhale in frustration and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

That woman…

I break into a jog again, but it’s barely been a few minutes when I hear footsteps.

“I thought you said the basketball court.” Aleric’s voice comes.

I turn to see him crossing the pitch. “Yeah, I did. You’re early,” I say, brushing past him as I lead the

way…

He smirks. “I underestimated her.” He winks and I know exactly what he means, but I’m not interested

in knowing who he’s talking about or what he’s up to. I’m here to get one answer.

“We need to talk.”