“I’ve been helping with Guinevere for years,” he reminded me, his hand boldly grasping my hip. “She’s an apt pupil, just a little young.”
“She has a few thousand Hell years under her belt.”
“But not even a hundred Earth years,” he countered. “She’s learning and improving slower than most, but she’s very eager to please, my lord.”
“Yes, I’m aware of her eagerness.” I could taste it in her aura every time I saw her. It was addictive and alluring and damning. Because one of these days, I’d take advantage of that acquiescence, and then I’d destroy her. Just like I did Amarella.
My grip on the back of Zane’s neck tightened, causing him to flinch. “You’re going to be violent tonight.”
“I am.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I know.” I kissed him again, allowing him to feel the savagery building inside me and the brutal need to release all that pent-up strength. He absorbed it, his incubus nature feeding off my mounting power, and causing his pale skin to almost glow in the dim lighting of my room.
Not in a luminescent manner, so much as an ethereal one. A human would just see the hairs dancing along his arms. But as a Demonic Lord, I could see the energy caressing his aura.
It was an aphrodisiac and a promise that he truly could handle me. He was much older than Guinevere, his spirit having survived in Hell for thousands of years before he eventually came to play in the human realm. He was a former dean at Underworld University, his specialty being in leading and designing the succubus and incubus programs. Alas, he eventually grew tired of the mundane repetition of lessons and sought out a new opportunity on Earth. I’d welcomed him to North America with open arms.
Then I’d promptly invited him into my bed.
Where he’d remained for almost a hundred Earth years now.
I supposed that made him a consort of a sort, but I felt no possession over him. He could play with others all he wanted, including my Dargarian guards. A gift I would not be able to bestow upon Guinevere. If I made her truly mine, I would not share.
Except for maybe with Zane.
On occasion.
If he so desired a taste.
Which I knew he did. It was part of his frustration with my darling succubus. She harbored a well-known crush on him, one he wasn’t allowed to act upon because of my orders. So, I supposed that meant he actually couldn’t play with whoever he wanted… just anyone except for her.
Unless I was invited to watch.
Something I’d been considering more and more of late. Maybe it would be enough to quell my mounting need for the girl.
“You’re thinking too much,” Zane said, his teeth skimming my jaw as he trailed a path up to my ear. “Fuck me, my lord. It’ll make you feel so much better.”
“Will it?” I asked, my voice darkening. “Or will it unleash even more pent up lust?” It was a rhetorical question, one Zane chose to answer with a dark musing hum of sound.
“Hmm, I can smell Guinevere on you,” he whispered, his nose gliding down my neck. “She really worked you up. Shall I role play for you? Pretend I’m her?”
He’d offered that before.
I declined each time. Just as I did now with a slight shake of my head.
“What do you need my help with, my lord?” he asked against my shoulder, his lips an alluring caress that I wanted to feel travel lower. “Aside from the obvious. Tell me what you desire so I can properly give it to you.”
“Kneel for me.” I applied pressure to his neck, informing him that it wasn’t a request but a demand. Not that he needed the push. His knees were already bending before I finished my statement.
He pressed a kiss to my lower abdomen and began unfastening my belt, accepting the invitation just as I knew he would.
“Two humans are dead,” I said, my fingers sinking into his thick hair. “Both bear Guinevere’s mark.”
“Interesting,” he mused, unfastening the button of my black dress pants. “Former conquests?”
“Yes.” I met his gaze as he drew down my zipper. “The bodies were left in a public display, meant to be found.”
