“Heaven & Hell. I’m more familiar with Hell, as Heaven is for humans, but both sides are fun.”
The bear pinched his nose and muttered something rude before forcing a smile. “Okay, fine. Let’s try it.”
“Zane! Long time no see!” Serena shot out from behind the reception desk and enveloped me in a perfumed hug. Like all sirens, Serena was a tactile creature. We knew each other well and had fucked many times, but when she slid her hand down my chest, I pushed her away. “Serena, meet my mate and herother…mates.”
Rasmus stayed back, his vampy fangs hidden behind a human glamour. Only the most powerful witches would sense what he truly was, and there were none in this town. I hoped.
Maverick nodded while Alaric glanced up and then pulled out his phone. The asshole still had his nose out of joint after finding out he wasn’t cool enough to score a membership to the hottest club for miles.
It sucked to be him.
My pet glared at me before smiling sweetly at the siren. Serena’s mouth gaped open in shock for a few seconds before she rallied. Luckily for me, Serena wasn’t the jealous type. She loved to fuck, and if I wasn’t available, she’d happily seduce some other creature, male or female.
“So…you found your soul-bond?”
“Sure did! And my pet is perfect.” I slid an arm across Raven’s shoulders and yanked her close. She bristled before relaxing into me.
“Well if y’all feel like putting on a show, we have the cage set up in the orgy room.”
“Orgy room?” Raven nearly choked on the words. Maverick growled while Alaric grimaced. Rasmus looked amused, though. I had a feeling ol’ vampy and me were about to become besties that bone.
Mates that play together, stay together.
The vamp winked at me and bared his fangs. Raven intercepted his lustful look, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a shot of pure wicstasy, the synthetic drug the mage mafia peddled in backstreet bars and clubs.
“Fancy it, pet?” I whispered.
“Fancy what?” She bit her lip and gazed up at me, pupils blown wide.
“Letting all of us fuck you in front of an audience.” I grinned. The thought of it had my cock singing.
Alaric’s furious glare singed my eyebrows off. “Can we move it on, yeah? I’d like a shower and some food.”
“Let’s circle back to this in a bit, petal.” I focused on Serena for a moment. “Vanilla popsicle over there has intimacy issues, so he won’t be needing an access-all-areas pass, but the rest of us will be down once we’ve eaten.”
Serena chuckled. She pulled a keycard from a drawer and threw it at me. “Your usual suite, darling. I’ll add your name and those of your guests to the list.”
“Follow me,” I told my harem. The night was young, with lots of fun to be had, and I didn’t plan to waste a second of it.
47
Kai
Mother swept into my bedchamber with a swish of silk, her dress sparkling in the blue light from the portholes. My father, Daresh, hovered behind her. He winked at me before schooling his expression into one of serious contemplation.
“My darling prince, we missed you at the Solstice celebrations!” Mother smiled as she leaned in to kiss my cheek and then froze when she saw the mate mark on my skin.
I’d hoped it might fade now I was so far away from my mate, but no such luck. Not only did it glow brightly enough to attract unwanted attention from the guards when I entered the city, but the pain of separation was arguably worse than if I’d injected stinger venom into my balls.
“You’ve found your soul-bonded mate?” Mother beamed with delight. “Who is she? Which family? Daresh, darling, isn’t this wonderful news? I must tell Krillian. He’ll want to organize a ball to announce the claim to the rest of our kingdom.”
I sank down onto a chair as nausea swirled in my gut. As much as my mother professed to love me, I knew she wouldn’t be happy with what I was about to say. My father frowned and moved toward me while Mother summoned her vizier, Sirius.
“What’s wrong, son?” Dad said in a low voice. He took my hand in his own and squeezed. For a moment, I wondered what my life would have looked like if I’d not met Raven, but I brushed the thought away.
It was time I stood up to my mother. She might be queen, but I had power of my own. The goddess had gifted me a witch as a mate, and if Mother thought she knew better than the goddess, she was dead wrong.
I pushed my father’s hand away and straightened my back. There was no point in seeking comfort from him. As a queen’s consort, my father always deferred to my mother, our matriarch. Her word was final in all things.
