Wicked Abyss
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The mouthwatering honey of her sex would’ve maddened a lesser demon. Blood rushed to his groin, swelling his cock till he thought it’d rip free of his pants.
Her mismatched irises began to glow, both turning a bright, shimmery teal. He’d never seen them change color before! But surely she must have felt some kind of sharp emotion around him during the four months he’d been in Sylvan.
Her thigh trembled beneath his palm, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breaths. Her hard nipples begged for his attention.
His tongue flicked in his mouth. He’d fantasized infinite times about sucking her breasts, rubbing his stubble over them, tonguing her nipples till she came for him.
Was he about to have his fantasy?
I could cover her right now. His gaze flashed to her supple neck. Could he possibly resist marking this female as his own?
She raised her chin. “If I am aroused, it isn’t for you, beast. Never for you. I’d had stirring thoughts before you arrived.”
His excitement dimmed to nothing. He’d been enjoying the effects of her impending transition and nothing more.
Of course.
He gazed at his large demon hand upon her thigh. His black claws were stark against her alabaster flesh. Before he could choke back the words, he’d asked, “Then what does arouse you?”
“At the bottom of my turn-ons list: fuckface demons who abuse me.”
With a harsh curse, he released her and traced to the other side of the tower, willing his erection to wane.
Another loss of control, another close call. He’d nearly rutted her on the floor.
Earlier, the idea of his mate bearing another’s young—and possibly dying again—had made Sian lose his mind. But she wasn’t pregnant, and she now wore a healing ring. No disaster loomed. So why couldn’t he force himself to leave her? “Had you a male?” Say no. . . .
A female this lovely must have. Maybe a lover who’d been helping her through the transition? At the thought, Sian almost rammed his horns into the wall again.
“I have a fiancé.”
I’ll gut that fuck. “A fey, no doubt.” She didn’t deny it. “I absolve you of your agreement with him. In this world, you have no one.”
“Why do you care if I’m engaged? And why would you suddenly ask me if I was pregnant?”
“You died in childbirth in your last life.”
She glanced away sharply—from the shock of what he’d told her, or was there more?
“I will not let anything get in the way of my revenge, not even your death. Which is why I imbued the ring with a healing spell.” His life force depleted to defend hers. Welcome to the world of matehood.
“I thought the option of killing me was on the table. If my torture ceased to amuse.”
“I’ve concluded you will be endlessly entertaining.”
“Why do you keep . . . trying things with me?” Her cheeks reddened. Could she be a virgin? Then her fiancé was an idiot. “Don’t you have a really old female in your life, one even a relic like you can be with?”
Another jab about age? He’d never thought that might be a detractor. Immortals grew stronger with longevity. But they could also grow mentally unstable. “I have twelve females. My harem of concubines keeps me very satisfied,” he lied—not about the number, but about the satisfaction.
Had Sian ever been even remotely satisfied since she’d ruined him with that one perfect kiss?
In any case, he’d never been with any of those concubines, had inherited them along with the crown.
Calliope bit out, “Then go dally with your harem.”
“I like variety. And a challenge.”
“You think I’d ever sleep with you? Now you’re just being ridiculous. The only place I’d ever sleep with you is in your dreams.” She shook her head, and her silken hair danced over her shoulders.
Her scent muddled his thoughts. He inhaled it like a drowning man’s next taste of air. Not helping my erection.
Damn it, he’d done what’d he come to do; he should leave now. Yet his feet felt rooted to the spot. He wished he had other pressing kingdom concerns to distract him.
Absolute power didn’t corrupt absolutely; it bored absolutely.
Seducing her would keep me occupied. He stifled the idea. She was right: he was just being ridiculous.
She said, “If you’d told me the ring was for healing, I probably wouldn’t have resisted you.”
“Perhaps in your realm, a king explains his wishes to lowly prisoners; not in this one.”
She cast him a measured glance, as if trying to predict what he’d do next.
Good luck. He didn’t even know. He felt the need to be around others, yet Uthyr had taken his advice and flown off. The rest of Sian’s family—the Møriør—weren’t available.
For now, Orion the Undoing, leader of their alliance, slept in a godlike hibernation, building strength for the Accession. Rune honey-mooned with Josephine. Blace, the oldest vampire, investigated Jose-phine’s mysterious vampire father.
Darach Lyka and their alliance’s witch, Allixta, remained in Tenebrous, the Møriør’s moving realm, but Sian wouldn’t return there yet. Minutes in Tenebrous could equal hours or even days elsewhere, and he didn’t want to let Calliope out of his sight for that long.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Even lowly prisoners usually know why they’re being punished. So what will it be tonight?” she demanded, eyes flashing. “Maybe you’d like to chase me around and lick my torso some more?”
Admittedly, not his finest moment—but he couldn’t seem to think anymore! “Take care, little firebrand; the next part of you I lick will not be your torso.”
She gasped, her ears flattening.
Sian’s gaze clocked the movement. Rune hated the fey so much that he despised pointed ears, even his own. He’d avoided bedding any females with that feature. So had Sian—but now he was right back to being fascinated by his mate’s delicate ears. He wanted to discover how sensitive they were.
Hadn’t she trembled when he’d exhaled against one tip? Could she be seduced? For whatever reason, she had responded to him.
If Uthyr had nearly tupped a ghouless in his transition, Calliope might turn to Sian.
Get this idea out of your head, demon. Even if seduction were a sound idea—which it wasn’t, at all—a demon with his strength couldn’t take a fragile female like her until she’d turned immortal. “When do the women in your line reach immortality?”
Her mismatched irises began to glow, both turning a bright, shimmery teal. He’d never seen them change color before! But surely she must have felt some kind of sharp emotion around him during the four months he’d been in Sylvan.
Her thigh trembled beneath his palm, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breaths. Her hard nipples begged for his attention.
His tongue flicked in his mouth. He’d fantasized infinite times about sucking her breasts, rubbing his stubble over them, tonguing her nipples till she came for him.
Was he about to have his fantasy?
I could cover her right now. His gaze flashed to her supple neck. Could he possibly resist marking this female as his own?
She raised her chin. “If I am aroused, it isn’t for you, beast. Never for you. I’d had stirring thoughts before you arrived.”
His excitement dimmed to nothing. He’d been enjoying the effects of her impending transition and nothing more.
Of course.
He gazed at his large demon hand upon her thigh. His black claws were stark against her alabaster flesh. Before he could choke back the words, he’d asked, “Then what does arouse you?”
“At the bottom of my turn-ons list: fuckface demons who abuse me.”
With a harsh curse, he released her and traced to the other side of the tower, willing his erection to wane.
Another loss of control, another close call. He’d nearly rutted her on the floor.
Earlier, the idea of his mate bearing another’s young—and possibly dying again—had made Sian lose his mind. But she wasn’t pregnant, and she now wore a healing ring. No disaster loomed. So why couldn’t he force himself to leave her? “Had you a male?” Say no. . . .
A female this lovely must have. Maybe a lover who’d been helping her through the transition? At the thought, Sian almost rammed his horns into the wall again.
“I have a fiancé.”
I’ll gut that fuck. “A fey, no doubt.” She didn’t deny it. “I absolve you of your agreement with him. In this world, you have no one.”
“Why do you care if I’m engaged? And why would you suddenly ask me if I was pregnant?”
“You died in childbirth in your last life.”
She glanced away sharply—from the shock of what he’d told her, or was there more?
“I will not let anything get in the way of my revenge, not even your death. Which is why I imbued the ring with a healing spell.” His life force depleted to defend hers. Welcome to the world of matehood.
“I thought the option of killing me was on the table. If my torture ceased to amuse.”
“I’ve concluded you will be endlessly entertaining.”
“Why do you keep . . . trying things with me?” Her cheeks reddened. Could she be a virgin? Then her fiancé was an idiot. “Don’t you have a really old female in your life, one even a relic like you can be with?”
Another jab about age? He’d never thought that might be a detractor. Immortals grew stronger with longevity. But they could also grow mentally unstable. “I have twelve females. My harem of concubines keeps me very satisfied,” he lied—not about the number, but about the satisfaction.
Had Sian ever been even remotely satisfied since she’d ruined him with that one perfect kiss?
In any case, he’d never been with any of those concubines, had inherited them along with the crown.
Calliope bit out, “Then go dally with your harem.”
“I like variety. And a challenge.”
“You think I’d ever sleep with you? Now you’re just being ridiculous. The only place I’d ever sleep with you is in your dreams.” She shook her head, and her silken hair danced over her shoulders.
Her scent muddled his thoughts. He inhaled it like a drowning man’s next taste of air. Not helping my erection.
Damn it, he’d done what’d he come to do; he should leave now. Yet his feet felt rooted to the spot. He wished he had other pressing kingdom concerns to distract him.
Absolute power didn’t corrupt absolutely; it bored absolutely.
Seducing her would keep me occupied. He stifled the idea. She was right: he was just being ridiculous.
She said, “If you’d told me the ring was for healing, I probably wouldn’t have resisted you.”
“Perhaps in your realm, a king explains his wishes to lowly prisoners; not in this one.”
She cast him a measured glance, as if trying to predict what he’d do next.
Good luck. He didn’t even know. He felt the need to be around others, yet Uthyr had taken his advice and flown off. The rest of Sian’s family—the Møriør—weren’t available.
For now, Orion the Undoing, leader of their alliance, slept in a godlike hibernation, building strength for the Accession. Rune honey-mooned with Josephine. Blace, the oldest vampire, investigated Jose-phine’s mysterious vampire father.
Darach Lyka and their alliance’s witch, Allixta, remained in Tenebrous, the Møriør’s moving realm, but Sian wouldn’t return there yet. Minutes in Tenebrous could equal hours or even days elsewhere, and he didn’t want to let Calliope out of his sight for that long.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Even lowly prisoners usually know why they’re being punished. So what will it be tonight?” she demanded, eyes flashing. “Maybe you’d like to chase me around and lick my torso some more?”
Admittedly, not his finest moment—but he couldn’t seem to think anymore! “Take care, little firebrand; the next part of you I lick will not be your torso.”
She gasped, her ears flattening.
Sian’s gaze clocked the movement. Rune hated the fey so much that he despised pointed ears, even his own. He’d avoided bedding any females with that feature. So had Sian—but now he was right back to being fascinated by his mate’s delicate ears. He wanted to discover how sensitive they were.
Hadn’t she trembled when he’d exhaled against one tip? Could she be seduced? For whatever reason, she had responded to him.
If Uthyr had nearly tupped a ghouless in his transition, Calliope might turn to Sian.
Get this idea out of your head, demon. Even if seduction were a sound idea—which it wasn’t, at all—a demon with his strength couldn’t take a fragile female like her until she’d turned immortal. “When do the women in your line reach immortality?”
