“That’s enough, little one,” Lord Zebulon murmured. He bowed his head toward Prince Ashmedai, then teleported from the room with the Succubus in his arms.
Yep. He’s definitely as powerful as an Archdemon now,I marveled, impressed.
Fortunately, Prince Ashmedai had grown in power as well, making Lord Zebulon less of a threat to his territory.
They also seemed to work well together.
But that didn’t mean much.
Power struggles were abundant in the underworld and often seduced friends into becoming enemies.
“You should go to your room now, Kayla,” Prince Ashmedai said mildly. “I would hate for you to suffer from a headache.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.Stop playing in my mind.
His lips curled as though to say,Stop making it easy on me, and I’ll leave your thoughts alone.
He’d never actually admitted to being able to read minds, just as he’d never acknowledged the full expanse of his telekinetic abilities, but I knew he could do both.
“Good night, Kayla.” He uttered the words with a finality that told me I was excused.
I smiled, the edges feeling cold and brittle on my face. “It’s morning, Ashmedai.” I purposely left off the title, something that caused his nostrils to flare.
But his violet irises glimmered in amusement. “Indeed.”
Ezra gave my hand another squeeze and used his arm against my shoulders to guide me upward.
“Yaz. Stay with me.” The command in Prince Ashmedai’s tone was clear.
The head of my Royal Guard dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “I won’t be far, Princess. You know how to alert me.”
“She’ll be fine,” Ashmedai replied coolly. “Won’t she, Ezra?”
“More than fine,” he vowed, his tone underlined in sensual promise.
I was too tired to utter a retort or even think of something witty to say. So I just sighed. Loudly.
Ashmedai chuckled.
And Ezra guided me out of the room to the Incubus lounging against the hallway wall.
“I enjoy foreplay and a good game of delayed gratification,” Zane mused. “But there’s a finesse to it that you seem to be misunderstanding.” He looked us over. “If you ever need a tutor, I volunteer.”
“Somehow I doubt your lord would approve,” Ezra drawled.
Zane’s handsome features melted into a charming grin. “He would allow me to play the part of an instructor so long as I keep my hands to myself.”
Ezra remained unfazed. “I think we’ll work on our own version of foreplay.”
The Incubus shrugged and started down the hallway, his athletic form moving with the grace of a prowling panther. “When you change your mind, let me know. I’ll demonstrate on Guinevere while you practice on Kayla.”
My eyebrows rose. “Is that your version of a double date?”
The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows seemed to kiss Zane’s mane of dark, silky hair as he glanced back at me over his muscular shoulder. “My version of a double date would blow your mind, Princess.”
Ezra grunted.
I smiled. “We’ll think about it.” We really wouldn’t. I just wanted to irritate Ezra.
