Elian's POV
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"Shit. Shit... Bloody shit!" Lucian hopped off the dais, cursing all the way.
Meanwhile, Elian grunted, his ass still sore from their unholy deeds. He sat up, eyes fleeting to Lucian who was quick to grab their clothes scattered all over the throne room floor.
Elian's heart jumped into his throat when the throne room system alerted again:
"Warning. Council of fangs members approaching. Estimated time of arrival... Twenty seconds."
Goddess have mercy.
"Here." Lucian flung his clothes at him, already putting on his pants. The Alpha Prince jumped around trying to slither into the pants, sighing heavily when he succeeded. "Gods, what was I thinking?"
Elian got off the dais, his legs wobbling as he stared at his clothes in his hands.
[Aww, someone's still sore after the Alpha Prince screwed him every which way.]
"Why aren't you putting on your clothes?!" Lucian snapped, bringing Elian's head back to reality. "Do you..."
