Kissed by a Dark Prince(33)

He wanted to kiss her.

And by God she wanted him to do it.

She wanted to kiss him, had skirted around that desire several times in the past hour alone, pretending it didn’t exist and that she didn’t hunger for the feel of Loren’s hands on her body, bringing her out of the dark loneliness of her life and awakening passion and pleasure within her.

Loren angled his head, his eyes hooded with desire, locked on her mouth.

Olivia panicked, unsure of her feelings. They tore her in two different directions, pulling her between shoving him away and letting him draw her into his embrace.

Her heart pounded.

His breath stuttered.

Olivia’s gaze betrayed her and fell to his sensual lips as they parted, her pulse increasing as she subconsciously leaned towards him, rising on her toes to meet him.

The doors behind her opened, the sound startling in volume in the silent corridor. Bleu muttered something dark sounding in the elf language.

Loren froze, eased his hands away from her hips, and moved back a step, placing some distance between them.

Olivia came to her senses too and wished that she hadn’t because she couldn’t bring herself to look at Loren when her head was full of thoughts about kissing him, and she definitely couldn’t bring herself to look at Bleu.

When they had been alone, Bleu had made no secret of his feelings. He had told her straight that Loren was off limits to her and that he would protect his prince by any means necessary. She had filled in the blanks for herself. Bleu would kill her if she made any attempt to steal his prince’s heart.

It was a good job that she was only interested in him in a purely academic way then, wasn’t it? She had absolutely no desire to grab Loren, pin him to the nearest wall and kiss him senseless. That would be stupid. She would probably lose her job and her head shortly afterwards.

It didn’t stop the thought of going through with it from spinning around her head though.

Loren wanted to kiss her too. Bleu evidently knew that and had made it his personal mission to keep them apart. Would something as innocent as a kiss complete the bond between them?

She didn’t think so. If it could, then Loren wouldn’t be giving her heated looks that had her toes curling in her trainers, risking provoking her into planting one on him.

He wanted this bond broken.

Didn’t he?

“Maybe we should test your stamina,” Olivia said and blushed when both men quirked eyebrows in her direction, as if she had suggested a marathon lovemaking session. “On the treadmill.”

Olivia scurried away, leaving them to follow her.

Loren said something terse to Bleu in their language and she glanced over her shoulder to see if they were following her. He looked across at her just as she did. His eyes met hers again and a flash of purple briefly coloured them.

Lust or rage?

He followed her, dragging Bleu along by the arm until the male shirked his grip and obediently followed, still muttering black things under his breath. Loren’s handsome face twisted in a grim expression and he shot Bleu an irritated glare.

Perhaps it was a bit of both making his eyes switch.

Olivia turned away and led them down the cream corridor to the large room where they tested the hunters’ fitness levels. The wall lining the corridor was mostly glass, allowing everyone to see inside. She didn’t enjoy the thought of everyone being able to watch Loren while he ran, seeing his body on display. It caused a tight knot in her chest that was impossible to ignore, even though she did her damnedest to do just that.

She hoped for their sake that Loren and Bleu could control their emotions while she was testing them too. If Loren had another outburst like the one in the other room, when he had tried to strangle Bleu because she had dared to touch him, someone would see it through the glass. They would have hunters inside in an instant and the other doctors would be reporting them to her superiors.

Her superiors would probably order the hunters to catch and contain them, labelling them dangerous.

Which she supposed they were. Loren wanted to kill any male who went near her, including his friend. Bleu just wanted to kill everyone else.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Olivia reminded herself that this whole affair wasn’t her fault. It was some elf called Vail’s fault. He had orchestrated this to weaken Loren and have revenge on him, all because Loren had tried to take him down by harming his female. It sounded petty to Olivia, but if someone tried to harm Loren right now, when she was feeling a little bit possessive of him too, she would probably try to make them pay for it.

She went into the room and set about getting two of the treadmills ready for them. She wasn’t sure what speed setting to use so she cranked it right up and then dialled it back a couple of notches. Many fae and demons displayed incredible stamina and speed. She had seen Loren cross a room in a blur to launch an attack on Bleu. Elves were most likely one of those fae.