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She simply gives me a warm smile. Orlena is grinning ear to ear. Oretta is frowning. Oraya gives me a knowing once over and then nods. Orana is… not paying attention but that’s totally fair. She’s eleven and I know I’d be bored at that age.
We take the two empty seats between the king and queen. Once we’re seated, everyone else sits and some of the tension breaks. The food comes next, plate after plate piled high with delicacies is delivered to every table before the king stands and grabs his goblet of wine.
“We’ve gathered you here for this royal feast to celebrate my son’s mating.” He raises his glass at Orcus. “He’s finally decided that hiding in a cave is no way to live.” Chuckles come from some in the crowd. “But in all seriousness, I’ve spent years shaping Orcus into the king you’ll all need. He’s taken his leave to dally and returned knowing where his loyalties lie. Your future king will ensure that no vampires ever dares to pick a fight with a monster.”
Fury roars in my ears as applause and cheering erupts from the crowd. I clench my hands under the table to hide my rage. Orcus’ face is a blank slate, but the bond is a riot of annoyance and anger, though not as much as he should feel. His father slipped in a few insults and made a fool of him in front of the court.
Orcus drops his arm on the back of my chair and leans over to whisper, “I can feel your desire for revenge, little flower,” as his father starts to speak again. I imagine it’s rude to carry a private conversation while the king is talking, but I’m not feeling particularly polite.
“Is that so?”
“Mmm.” The deep rumble of his hum makes my walls clench. “And it’s making it hard not to ditch the dinner and take you back to the bedroom.” He does that thing with the bond that I love and I suck in a sharp breath, heat flooding through my body. “But perhaps I can make you come here instead.”
“Don’t you dare.”
His wicked chuckle very much says,oh, I dareand so does the way the invisible hold he has on my pussy makes me wet. Somehow, he manipulates the bond and focuses all that energy between us on my clit.
“—and his mate, Daisy!” his father shouts.
The crowd cheers again. Orcus stands and I follow with a deep blush coloring my cheeks. My chest heaves as the pressure between my legs builds. Orcus picks up his own goblet and says a few words that are probably meant to be inspiring, all the while toying with me through the bond. His attention is divided, but the way he brings me to the brink of an orgasm in front of the crowd tells me where his focus truly lies. I bite my cheek to keep a moan from slipping past my lips while he talks and clench my fists so hard my nails dig into my skin.
Everyone sits and I’m the last one standing, but I quickly drop into my seat. Orcus renews his efforts as everyone begins to fill their plates. I clutch the arms of the chair, trying not to pant like a rabid dog, and ride out the torturous strokes rolling over my clit again and again.
Orcus fills my plate with food. “Do you like that?” he asks while dropping a few pieces of meat onto my dish. He and I both know he’s not talking about the food.
“I’ve never tried it,” I admit, lifting my cup of wine to my lips.
“I think you’ll learn to love it.” Then he sends a blast of heat straight at me, and I choke on the wine as every muscle in my body tightens and the orgasm rocks over me. The coughing fit mostly covers the moan of pleasure, and anyone listening would mistake it for a groan of pain.
“Oh, Daisy, are you okay?” Orshana asks, rubbing her hand over my back to try and help me.
I’ll kill him for making me come right next to his mother.
“I’m okay.” I glare at Orcus then smile at her. “I’m okay.”
She pats my back then goes back to her dinner, saying something to Orlena. The eldest sister’s face darkens, and she shakes her head, clearly not happy. I round on Orcus while they’re distracted and grab his right tusk, yanking him toward my face.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper.
“I thought you liked it,” he whispers back with an evil glint flashing in those navy irises.
“I did, but that’s not the point. There are people—”
He claims my lips with his, stealing the rest of my protest with his skilled mouth. “Forgive me, little flower. You were ready to throttle my father and it turned me on.”
It’s hard to stay mad at the ogre for giving me an orgasm. “You’re forgiven.” I release his tusk.
“Eat your food before your stomach starts growling.” He straightens and starts in on his own plate.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I mumble.
A teasing caress ripples over my cunt in warning, so I shut up and eat.
THIRTY-FIVE
Like father, like son
ORCUS
