She peered up at his proud face. His gaze glimmered in the firelight, filled with hunger and promising wicked things.

Things only she would get to enjoy.

Her jealousy vanished, and in its place rose an undeniable lust for him. He’d said all the right things, sending her back to where she’d been before she’d read the invitation.

“Your irises are bright teal. Are you relieved I’m all yours?”

She lifted one shoulder. “Maybe.”

“You were jealous!” He looked delighted.

Chin jutting, she said, “I’m proud, and I respect myself.”

His eyes grew lively. “My fey mate refuses to share me with others, and she’ll let me know her wishes forcefully.”

She sighed. “What are you talking about?”

“Would I have gotten a glass of wine in the face if you hadn’t been bristling? You snapped those lovely thighs closed because my mouth is to pleasure you alone. Message received, little wife.”

She hadn’t thought he could look smugger than this morning. Wrong.

“You will never have reason to bar those gates again.”

“Very well. I was jealous.” She blew a curl out of her eyes. “Are you done now?”

He shook his head, his lips curving. “Oh, not by a league.”

“While you’re busy gloating, I can go masturbate.”

“Ah-ah.” He pressed closer to her. “Not a chance. I was a tongue’s touch from where I’d kill to be. Now that I’ve soothed your anger, I want to soothe other parts of you.”

Curiosity seized her, and she uncrossed her arms. “Okay.”

His delight deepened. “My fey mate loves her pleasure. And my jealous hell queen won’t share me. I’m a very happy male.”

He was never going to let her live this down. But she could take his ribbing.

He pressed his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. Then he grazed his lips along her neck, to her breasts, to her navel. . . . He rubbed a horn against her torso, murmuring, “Want my scent on you.”

She was panting by the time he took his seat once more.

“I’m truly about to taste my female.” He was usually so arrogant, but in this, he let down his guard. “I’ll have you in nothing but those garters and hose.” With one claw he sliced off the remains of her dress, leaving it for her to sit on. His gaze roamed over her, and he cast her that awed expression. “If I live another ten millennia, I’ll never forget how you look at this moment.”

When he licked his lips with that pointed tongue, urges gripped her. Instinctive needs. She craved her lips on him. Her tongue on his fiery skin. . . .

“It’ll be everything I can do not to come the instant I taste you. My cock’s about to explode.”

“Well, don’t come. I have plans for that cock.”

FORTY-TWO

Sian’s jaw slackened. He tried to answer her. Failed. In a strangled voice, he finally managed, “At your service, beauty.”

Somehow he’d have to hold back his release. Envisioning more of what she’d done to him last night in the bath, he vowed not to disappoint her. For now, he would enjoy his treat. . . . “Show me where you’re wet.”

Eyes ablaze and locked on his, she opened her thighs.

He groaned at the sight. Her little clit was so swollen, it must ache. She rolled her hips, and her plump lips parted for him. Fuuuck.

In the firelight, her glistening sex was a vision. “Spread your legs wider for me.” She trustingly did. With a broken sound, he parted her with two fingers. “Lila.” He could see inside her pink sheath. His cock strained for it.

Sian could tease her until she asked to be claimed. This very night, he could know what ejaculating felt like. The mystery would be revealed.

No, Sian! She might resent him afterward, and he desired far more from her than just sex.

He settled between her legs. Trailing his lips up one thigh, he flicked her supple skin with his tongue. Kisses up her other thigh made her rock her hips again, offering up his destination. “Your pussy’s getting wetter before my eyes.” He inhaled her delectable scent, letting her feel his exhalations against her clitoris.

“Don’t tease me. I want to know what this is like.”

“You want to know? Every night of my life, I’ve imagined licking an orgasm from you.” His tongue lashed her bud.

She cried out, undulating for more.

He nuzzled her drenched lips, growling, “Worth the fucking wait.” Tasting his mate. Rightness. The balance. She was soft as silk against his mouth.

Her breaths had shallowed, her breasts quivering. Already on the edge. Surrendering to him, she murmured, “Demon, I’ll never get enough of this.”

He briefly pulled back to rasp, “Me neither.” He set back in, laving her rosy flesh.

She gave a sharp moan. “About to come!”

He nipped her thigh. “You’ll come when your husband says you can. Not till you get wanton for me.” He covered her entrance with his mouth, his tongue penetrating her.

“Abyssian!” Her whimpers made him crazed. “Pleasepleaseplease.” She grasped his horns.

He jolted with shock. Don’t come! Gods, don’t come! When she gave a tug on his horns and rocked to his tongue at the same time, Sian lost his mind.

 

“Uhhhhnnnn!” Burying his mouth against her, the demon roared, sending vibrations into her flesh.

As she gripped his horns, he dug his claws into the stone table, and his wings snapped wide, billowing the hearth fire. He brought his lower wing claws down hard, sinking them into the table on either side of her hips. Thunk, thunk.

“Abyssian?” She used his horns to raise his face.

Mouth seamless with her flesh, he gazed upward. She watched as his eyes flooded with black.

The sight made her even wetter, his wildness spurring hers. “Need to come, Abyssian!” She shamelessly undulated, stroking his horns, desperate to ease this pressure.

He growled as he tongued her inside.

“Yes!” Her core tightened, her body readying. “Oh, gods, oh, gods! I’m going to come . . . come so hard.”

He gave her clit a suck.

Her eyes shot wide. The world tilted until all she knew was his hot, hot mouth. She threw her head back and screamed.

In a frenzy, he shook his head between her legs, snarling against her.