He eased down to kiss her, but she averted her face. With a growl, he turned to nuzzle her ear—not the ears—till her lids fluttered shut. He’d figured out her weakness before she’d even known it.

He kissed her neck, nipping the skin there, scorching a path down to her shoulder. “Tit for tat,” he rasped.

Her eyes snapped open when cold liquid poured over her breasts. “You asshole!” He was holding a bottle he must’ve conjured from somewhere. Chilled wine? She shoved at him, didn’t budge him.

“The better for you to feel the heat of my tongue. We’ll see how well you like hot and cold.”

He leaned down, his warm breaths caressing a stiffened nipple. Her own breaths shallowed.

He licked the tip through the thin material, sending a bolt of pleasure through her. His tongue was hot. He took the peak between his lips, into his searing mouth.

“Oh, gods!” Her back arched sharply, the sensations dizzying.

He suckled on that nipple. Nuzzling it. Groaning around it. He moved to her other breast, starting his attentions over. All the while, he pinched the nipple he’d left aching. Between sucks, he said, “I scent how wet you’re getting for me.”

She needed to tell him to stop. Her pride urged her to reject him, but her body disagreed.

Just a few moments more, and then she would push him away. Any second she would.

He drew back. “You’ve teased me with these breasts all night. And you accuse me of unfairness?” He unfastened her halter at her neck, and the sodden material fell to her lap. She parted her lips to tell him no, but then he cupped her with his big demon hands.

She pressed herself against his roughened palms. She forgot to breathe when he leaned down again. He sucked one nipple and flicked it with his tongue at the same time.

“Oh. My. Gods.” Each pull of his lips made tension coil low in her belly.

Kneading her, he moved to her other breast, playing with the peak, tonguing it and suckling. When his suction tugged harder than before, she started to pant.

He poured more wine over her, drinking it from her breasts. Then he kissed up her chest and neck till his lips were beside her ear. He breathed against it until she was squirming. “Have you ever had a tongue against your pussy?”

Her ears were twitching like crazy. “N-no.” Was she about to? There was a reason this shouldn’t go any further. Why couldn’t she remember the reason? Her nipples throbbed so hard, she couldn’t think.

He turned to pull up a chair before her, then sat. Because he was going to be down there awhile? How titillating.

He began easing her skirts higher, revealing her garters and hose. “Are you curious what this feels like?”

She nodded. But she shouldn’t let him do this. Should she?

With her skirts bunched in her lap, he laid his palms on her thighs and eased them apart. “I’m going to show you what a demon can do with his pointed tongue. I want your honey all over it.” She felt air against her soaked curls just as he growled, “Gods almighty.”

She knew he’d make this act heart-stopping, but what if she got even more addicted to him? Would she turn a blind eye to the others he slept with?

Fuck that. She shoved back and snapped her thighs closed.

 

What the hell just happened? “After I’ve fantasized about this for ages, you wait until I’m breathing your arousal, and then you bar the gates to heaven? Unnecessarily cruel, Lila.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I refuse to be in the rotation among your many females.”

He drew back in bewilderment. “What’s brought on this concubine talk?”

“You said you pursued me because you liked variety and a challenge; I don’t want to be a challenge for you, and you don’t want to give up your variety.” She exhaled. “Maybe we should just get rid of your demon seal, and then you can be with others. You can have heirs with them.”

Though he’d planned this exact scenario, his stomach clenched. “Is that what you want?” His wife would rather he fuck others than share his bed? After she’s ruined me?

Giving himself a shake, he said, “You know what—it doesn’t godsdamned matter what you want.” He stood, staring down at her. “I won’t share you, and you will not share me. There will be no others for either of us. I demand total fidelity.”

She gazed up at him. “You’re the one who told me to expect the opposite!”

“I said careless things to get a rise out of you. I haven’t been with another since you came to this castle.”

“Now I know you’re lying. You roared right after I arrived, and it sounded sexual.”

“Oh, it was.”

Her lips thinned. “So I heard you coming with someone else.”

Could she actually be . . . jealous? The possibility made his heart thunder. “Did you know that I got your silk shift from the Sorceri?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I roared because I was stroking off with your godsdamned shift giving me the scent I needed. You heard me pleasuring myself to memories of our first kiss all those eons ago.”

The pulse point in her throat fluttered. “Really?” she asked, her anger seeming to dissipate.

By all the gods, she had been jealous! She hadn’t been pining over a fiancé; she’d been bristling. “I inherited that harem with the crown, but I have no desire to bed someone because she sees it as her duty. I’ve never been with any of them.”

“You made it sound like you had. You said they catered to your every filthy desire.”

“At our dinner, I enjoyed getting a rise out of you. Otherwise, my pride made me goad you,” he admitted. “Calliope, I already released those females earlier. You and I have issues between us—but infidelity will never be one of them. You’ve gotten yourself a very faithful husband.”

At least that would always remain constant. Unlike my appearance . . .

 

Lila thought back to the first time Abyssian had mentioned a harem. Oh, yeah. It’d been right after she’d scoffed at the idea of sleeping with him.

She’d stung the demon king’s pride, so he’d reacted with a lie. This again made him seem . . . normal.

With all the lies she’d told, she could hardly be upset about his.

Had he truly used her lingerie to masturbate? She would have liked to see him, naked, stroking his hard length. . . .