The Alpha Prince Unexpected Mate

"Me," she unintentionally blurted out, her words escaping before she could stop them. Lancelot's eyes widened as he noticed a golden glow around Ziko's, an omen he didn't like. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise. She took a hesitant step closer, their distance slowly diminishing. He wished she'd cease, yet deep down, he wished she wouldn't. Despite her silence, she continued walking, her actions speaking volumes. Lancelot struggled to maintain his composure, reminding himself that he needed to resist her allure. He thought a quick shower might help alleviate the growing tension beneath his clothes. As Roxanne stood firmly in front of him, he felt his gaze intensify, her desire clear even through her stoic expression. Her need for him was palpable now, and though she tried to appear indifferent, the obvious arousal evident in his pants contradicted her facade. "I said..." she softly touched his cheek, her touch sending shivers down his spine. His eyes locked onto her lips, unable to tear away as they formed the same word once more. "Me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. A low growl rumbled within Lancelot, and just before he could regain control, he lost all inhibitions. "It," he hissed, his patience snapped. With a fierce grasp, he pulled her close, crashing their lips together in a heated embrace.