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“I’m afraid not. It’s not any of my demon lords.” Asher attempted to pull me off of him, swearing when his swollen knot kept us locked together. The noise he uttered was a mixture of pure panic and a sense of urgency.
I hissed softly as his knot brushed against my pussy walls and threatened to trigger another orgasm. “So, who is it?”
His golden eyes strayed toward me as a grim expression haunted his face. “My father.”
Well, fuck. How much was I tempting fate today?
ASHER
I wasn’t one to argue when the tempting little succubus was able to trigger the knot for my cock, although the timing was beginning to get highly irritating. Not only had my right hand man walked in on me after the first time it happened, but now my own father had shown up at my door. The weight of his magic washing against my home certainly undid the knot quickly, allowing us both to scramble for clothing.
I managed to send a quick text to Nico with the rest for his presence, while I retrieved a fresh suit from the walk-in closet. By the time the demon lord appeared in my living room with a tense expression, I was fully clothed and had everything removed from the bed. There was only the aroma of our recent lovemaking lingering in the air when I tugged the door shut behind me.
Nico’s crimson-eyed gaze honed in on me as soon as I drifted into the room. He pressed his lips together. “Archer informed me that you slaughtered Marcillo’s companion in a rage. I actually found myself concerned for the welfare of your favorite pet. Considering none of us were called to clean up a mess…I’m willing to bet she managed to calm you down.” His voice was soft.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that it was automatic when my father was involved. Although he was a paranoid bastard who had become a hermit in recent years, all of the demon lords worked with the impression that he could hear through walls — or a dozen of them. I responded with a low growl that was nothing more than confirmation.
He reached out to catch me by the arm, refusing to let me stray toward the bar to dispose of the opened bottle of wine. “I would advise your pet to remain in her room while he’s here.”
“She’s already been informed,” I countered. “Let them in before we risk his rage, Nico.” I tugged free and continued moving around the immediate area to conceal both the bottle and the manilla folder that contained the information about Quinn Rossi. It was absolutely pointless if the king himself decided he wanted to uncover it anyway, but I was determined to keep it all swept under the rug for the time being.
His presence here wasn’t one that I had anticipated, not with his paranoid nature. Which had led me with the belief that I would be able to figure everything out before I was forced to tell him a damn thing.
My heart pounded in my chest as I finally got everything tucked away. The gears were already spinning in my mind with why he’d come to the States after remaining within his own walls for so long. Had he heard about my entanglement with my new pet? Did he come with the belief that I couldn’t handle matters over here in a timely manner? Or, was there a purpose to the visit that I had yet to know about?
In the end, none of it mattered until he admitted what had caused the visit.
“Welcome, sire.” Nico’s voice came from the front of the house. His tone was carefully guarded, hinting that he had offered the required bow of his upper body before he backed off to let my father’s traveling companions inside first. He made no acknowledgment of them, not that they were expecting it.
They had only one purpose: protect the king from all unseen threats.
As their footsteps came in my direction, I waved a hand at the fireplace nearby. All it took was a small spark before it flared to life and danced along the stone barrier. I drew in a slow breath as the group of men emerged in the living room with Nico leading the way. My gaze shifted to the bodyguards hot on his heels. So he only brought three with him?
How many more were patrolling the manor grounds?
It took everything I had not to cave into the desire to scowl at them. I simply shifted my attention as the front door was nudged shut and a quiet tapping accompanied the final set of footsteps. Lifting my jaw, I honed in on the noise. The cane swung into sight, followed by a man who used to be a whole foot taller than me. Shock trickled into my veins when I found him coming into the room at even height, the grip on his cane tight. I quickly averted my gaze and offered a partial bow of my own. “Father. This is quite a surprise.”
Salvator responded with a noise that I couldn’t quite distinguish and a bow that could barely be called one. Every single movement he made was stiff. He simply shuffled on to plant himself right on the couch. “Asher, my son… It has been quite some time since we’ve spoken last.”
His voice was rough, almost as if he had spent more time screaming rather than in silence. I pressed my lips together and suppressed the urge to question him about recent events. Until the king deemed it necessary to reveal it on his own terms, I would simply have to wonder in silence. A quick peek in Nico’s direction revealed the demon lord was just as curious.
No one got far in the mafia life by asking questions.
Luca cleared his throat softly as he started pacing behind the couch while the other brute took up position on my father’s right side. His brown eyes strayed toward me.
Salvatore raised his jaw. “I’m told you’ve been quite busy as of late. From what I hear, our kind controls more of this country than the angels do. Still…there are also rumors that the transition is not going quite as smoothly as we would like.”
So he’s come to me about business. Should have known the king wouldn’t leave the safety of his walls unless it was to prove that what I’d done so far wasn’t quite enough. I clasped my hands behind my back and remained standing while my father beckoned for Sergio to light a cigar for him. Although the demon’s black eyes dug holes into me, I kept my gaze away from him. “Marcillo has begun to resist. If it’s a war he wishes, then it’s a war he’ll have.”
Sergio’s lips twitched, yet he managed to keep the smirk off his face as he took a few puffs off the cigar to deem it safe. Only then did he hold it out toward my father. “Good to go, boss,” he grumbled.
Salvatore chuckled softly, accepting the cigar. He made no verbal response as he took a few puffs of his own. Only when he exhaled all the collected smoke from his lungs did he finally show any signs of contentment. “You’ve never been one to back down, Asher. You’ve played your role as the prince of the Aeternus family quite well.”
You’ve never been one to compliment me, old man. What’s the catch?
“But…”
Ah… There it is.
