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Asher came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my stomach and tugging me back against him. “Even with our evening interrupted…just seeing you in that dress makes me want to take you before dinner,” he growled in my ear.
I shivered as his warm breath brushed against my skin. There was no way in hell I could miss the bulge in his pants, not with how he pressed himself firmly against my ass. It didn’t matter how much material kept him from grazing my naked skin, I was already wet from his presence. “So take me,” I rasped.
The prince’s hand shot up, catching me around the throat to keep me pinned against him. “The king of our kind has graced my home and you’re willing to be tardy for a vital dinner…just to have my cock buried inside you.” He started trailing his free hand along the dress, heading south with a hunger of his own. He barely had to tug up much material before his fingers brushed against my underwear.
My legs threatened to give out beneath me. I arched my back with a moan so that I could brush against his bulge. “You’re thinking about it, too.”
A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “There’s no point in me trying to convince you otherwise.” He nudged the soft material out of his way and slid a finger over my clit. As I bucked against him, his grip tightened on my throat. “Such a naughty little pet you are…tempting me on an important evening.”
Short gasps escaped my lips when he pushed a finger inside me, quickly adding in a few more before he started thrusting motions. “Fuck, yes.” I tensed against him as the rapid pace was already casting a familiar, intoxicating haze over me. The fact that I was about to sit down at the same dining room table as his father didn’t seem to matter as much to me while he teased my pussy. Hell, I was willing to risk going against Santino’s advice if it meant I could have Asher’s cock just one more time before the dinner.
“I would take you…” Asher turned his head to nip at my jaw with his fangs. “...but you have a lovely habit of making me knot inside you. Can’t have that, now can we?”
I released a long whine. “A-Asher, please—”
The prince jerked me against him as he pulled his fingers free from my pussy. All it took was a gentle nudge against my jaw for me to turn my head. He ran his coated fingers along my lower lip before he started sucking them clean himself.
My pussy ached from the sudden absence of his touch. Although it hungered for his cock, his fingers had been more than enough to get me within inches of the high I craved. The fact that he’d stopped right before he cast me over left me frustrated. I pressed my lips together and glared at him. “That wasn’t nice.”
He smirked back at me. “Get through the dinner and earn his approval, pet…and I’ll reward you.”
I curled my upper lip as he pulled back, releasing me from his hold. “Fine. Got any advice I should heed?”
Asher arched an eyebrow. “It sounds like Santino has already been by to express some valuable words himself. Heed what he suggested and you’ll do fine. While you might want my cock, I did come for a different reason.” He reached up to seize the collar that still graced my neck. All it took was a simple touch before the material faded from existence, leaving the jewelry to dominate it. “You have no need for that anymore.”
“What if I wanted to keep it?”
The edges of his lips twitched. “I’ll allow it to continue gracing your body when we’re away from prying eyes. For events such as tonight, I’m afraid it wouldn’t give the right impression.” He reached out to take my chin. “Dinner’s almost ready, pet. Breathe. We’ll be done with it quickly.”
I managed to keep a firm grip on my frazzled nerves until the prince pulled away, and there was no more physical contact between us. The only thing I could cling to with the hope of a distraction was my pulsing pussy. I reluctantly offered a small nod to acknowledge him before I trailed out of the bathroom after him. A quick stop by the bed to slip on some black heels and we left the guest room behind.
As soon as the comfort of those four walls was no longer around me as the final desperate act of a comforting cushion, my entire body was riddled with nervous energy. It took everything I had not to duck my head down, already spotting the dining room ahead with most of the seats filled.
Salvatore had taken the usual spot at the head of the table while his two accompanying goons simply posted themselves behind him. The rest of the seats had been filled with Asher’s demon lords, leaving only two left for us to take.
I gritted my teeth as the king’s pale eyes swung my way and watched every move I made. My heart was pounding in my chest as a woman I didn’t recognize hurried forward to tug our chairs out. Instinct warned me not to sit before Asher did, and I managed to catch myself in time. As soon as he lowered himself, I allowed my legs to bend.
Santino’s gaze found its way toward me, and he offered a very subtle nod that I had managed to pass the first of many tests tonight.
“The wine you requested, sire.” Another woman stopped by the table with a large green bottle. She popped the cork before she scurried back.
The familiar tingle gracing the back of my neck hinted that Santino was once again peering my way. It stunned me that he didn’t have to utter a single word — or even alter his expression — for me to understand that I was already facing another test. I leaned forward to retrieve the wine glass as soon as Asher had poured some inside. There was no hesitation on my part to take a sip.
I wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming airy taste that graced my tongue. The room immediately started to tilt around me, causing me to tighten my grip on the glass. For a split second, I was terrified that this bottle had been tainted and I would end up on the floor, seizing. While there were no violent constrictions of my muscles, the strange haze didn’t fade.
Archer snickered softly. “Looks like she’s never tasted angel blood before. Had to pop that cherry, too, boss?”
There was no resistance on my part when the prince leaned forward to tug the glass free from my hand. I managed to lower my hand onto the table while I closed my eyes for a moment, waiting for the sensation to pass.
A pleased noise came from the end of the table.
Thank god. I managed to stifle a shiver that had raced down my spine. Another test not even five minutes into the dinner. Apparently, it was a vital one in the king’s eyes. The noise simply meant he was content with what he saw. I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes until a range of delicious aromas brushed against me.
An elderly woman lowered a plate in front of Salvatore while the other started delivering the rest of them. They worked in sync to get them out while respecting the hierarchy within the room.
Shock trickled into my veins when my plate was the third one lowered. It took everything I had to conceal the emotion. My demonic bloodline demanded it, sure, but I didn’t expect the sudden respect that came with that revelation. I kept my hands folded in my lap, tangling my fingers to remain still until both the king and the prince had started slicing into the glazed salmon on their plates. The slight raising of the hair on the back of my neck warned the king was keeping an eye on me while I started eating on my plate.
It took everything I had to keep my hands from shaking, even though I could still feel the small movements. I refused to let myself peek in his direction, fully aware that he was waiting for any sudden signs that passing the first two tests had been pure luck. By the time I had taken my third bite, I wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.
