Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4)

She beamed. “Please do.”

Chapter 8

Adele

Oh. My. God.

Vibrator panties. Damon had gotten me vibrator panties.

I almost couldn’t believe it, but then, the man who’d stolen my heart was also every bit as dirty-minded as it would take to get someone something like this. I felt my breath catch, a naughty thrill teasing through me at the feel of the them against my body.

Of course I was wearing them, after all.

The panties were inlaid with two smooth, golden, bulbous pieces of metal that fit snug against my clit and my ass. It was by far the naughtiest thing I’d ever worn, and that thought had me floating as I twirled my way out of my quarters and down the hall to Anya’s.

I only knew they were vibrating because of the hilarious little drawing on the directions inside the box, but how they actually turned on, I wasn’t quite sure. In any case, they certainly made walking much more fun.

“Wow, you look fantastic.”

Anya turned, the tight black cocktail dress fitting her perfectly. Her chestnut hair was done up in a plain if not elegant bun, and her makeup was looking awesome, without being overly done.

“Damn,” I whistled. “Where are you off to?”

“Oh,” she blushed, shrugging and waving me off. “Just this thing.”

I raised a brow. “You’re going to need to be more specific than that when you’re dressed like that.”

She blushed even deeper, which wasn’t something I was used to seeing on my friend.

My brows suddenly perked up. “Wait, is this that club thing you went to before?” I fronted. “Hey how is it that I haven’t grilled you on that yet?”

“Maybe because you’ve been wrapped up in your own little secrets?”

This time it was my turn to blush.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Anya rolled her eyes, smiling. “Oh, okay. So you haven’t been in this dreamy floaty mood all week? Adele White, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d gotten laid.”

I swallowed quickly and shook my head. “Oh, no, of course not.”

I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie.

“What’s his name?”

I swallowed again, trying to will the heat from my face.

Anya grinned. “I knew it.”

“It’s— it’s nothing.” I shook my head, frowning.

“So who’s the prince?”

“No prince.”

“Oh?”

“No, I mean, it’s not a guy at all. You’re making things up.”

“No I’m not.”

I blushed.

“And you’re a bad liar.”

“It’s not even worth talking about,” I said with a sigh, my shoulders slumping. “It can’t be.”

“Says who?”

“Everyone”

“Not a royal, I take it?”

I shook my head.

“And is this just for fun or…”

“More than that,” I whispered.

“Wow.”

I frowned. “What?”

“You got hooked, huh?”

I nodded glumly.

“Look,” Anya stepped towards me and gave me a hug. “You look great, so just go to this ball, mail it in, and we’ll figure it out when you get home.”

I pouted. “You promise?”

“Hey, what are servants for?”

I grinned.

“You look lovely, my dear.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

He beamed at me, nodding slowly. “They tell you it goes fast, but how did you grow up so quickly?”

I rolled my eyes. “Dad, stop.”

He laughed. “Well, you certainly look ready for the ball this evening. Doesn’t she, Mallory?”

Mallory just gave me one of her token frosty smiles before going back to whatever was so important on her phone.

“I’ve got the helicopter ready to take you over the border to Avlion whenever you want to leave.”

“Thanks, I—”

The door to the throne room boomed opened.

“You wanted to see me, sir—”

Damon froze, his face paling as he stood like a statue three steps into my father’s the throne room.

“Ah, Captain Hunt!” My dad gave one of his famous beaming smiles as he beckoned Damon forward. “Yes, yes, please come in.”

Damon’s jaw twitched as his eyes darted quickly to me.

“Do you know my daughter, the Princess Adele?”

Damon turned to face me fully, and I could feel myself shiver under that dark gaze of his.

“Pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,” he said stiffly, but with just enough purr to his voice that I heard it.

“Uh, same,” I said quickly.

“Sire, I can come back later when—”

“Nonsense. I just wanted to see how your report was going on front.”

Damon nodded stiffly and for the first time, I caught a real look at the military man behind the wildly sexy man I’d fallen for.

“I’ve just finished and submitted a copy to your offices, sire. They’re caving, in short. Your idea of a peace accord in exchange for more representation in parliament seems to be agreeable to even the most hardened of the secessionists.

My dad smiled quietly.

“Oh my plan, was it?”

He raised a brow at Damon, who merely looked straight ahead, all formal military man.

“Yes, sire.”

Dad shook his head. “I seem to remember that being your idea, Captain. And a damned good one at that.”

Damon smiled a small, quick smile. “Thank you, sire.”

His eyes darted to mine once more, and just the quickest flicker of fire there in his eyes was enough to get me shivering with want for him.