I shook against him as his grip tightened—not to suffocate, but to display ownership. He tilted my head back, forced me to open more for him, and slipped his tongue inside to tame mine.
I caved to his every demand, my hips pinned to the wall by his, and my body open for whatever he desired.
My anger just… melted away.
Everything about the kiss knocked my world off-kilter.
Being upset no longer seemed to matter. It was frivolous. A passing irritation. And this moment was all that truly mattered.
Him. Zane watching. Zane coveting. Zanewaiting.
I swallowed, uncertain of my next move, completely turned upside down by a kiss I never saw coming.
And then Lord Zebulon released me, the suddenness of his movements causing me to lose my balance. But Zane caught me, his arm steady around my shoulders, his side bracing mine as Lord Zebulon grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him.
All heat and passion and fiery assertion. I couldn’t breathe, their embrace intensely hot and scorching my succubus sensibilities.
More. More. More.I practically panted, my thighs slick with need, my body on literal fire for them both.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to combust, die, or run.
But I wasn’t given the chance to choose.
Lord Zebulon tore away from Zane, and his hands fell to his sides. Then he went eerily still, his presence intensifying as a charge coursed through the air.
His attention snapped to Zane, sharp and direct. “Take her to my house in Chicago. Now.”
In the next breath, he disappeared.
Chapter Nineteen
Zebulon
The humidity of Miami served as an unwelcome caress to my senses. The only time I enjoyed this weather was while on a yacht, surrounded by fresh water.
Alas, I stood on the street, outside a familiar mansion.
Mymansion.
The one Kalida had lived in while serving as my Ordinatum of this territory. The position was still vacant. Mostly because Ragus didn’t want it, so I chose to maintain this area on my own.
Which was why I’d felt the demonic disturbance. It skimmed along my skin like a live-wire, the electrical waves powerful and belonging to another being within my realm of ability.
A Demonic Lord.
In my territory.
Uninvited.
On my damn property.
Very bad move.
I briefly considered calling for a Dargarian guard to accompany me, but decided against it. This was my turf. My estate. If someone was daring enough to come play with me here, they were going to pay the price.
I could sense the demonic presence inside. Lurking. Waiting. Doing nothing to hide his presence.
Either suicidal or overconfident,I mused, portaling into the center of the house mere feet from the intruder. It was a purposeful move, one to demonstrate my growing ability and intimidate the intruder.
