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But tonight he was later than usual for an entirely different reason. Tonight, he needed to make a grand entrance with the runaway Starnight bride—not that anyone would be aware of her identity. The maid was finally escorting her now. Black trousers hung low on his hips, his silver shirt untucked and halfway buttoned. He worked his jaw as he waited.
“My lady,” the servant urged in an exasperated voice. “Please, hurry.”
“I don’t think I will,” Aura said slowly.
“If you could only walk a bit faster. We’re already late and the king—”
“Can wait for me,” she finished for the maid.
Rush scowled. Aura was just asking for trouble—if she wanted to play games, he would play them better.
“My king,” the maid chirped when she rounded the corner and dipped into a curtsy. “I apologize for our tardiness.”
“It seems someone else should be saying that.” He flicked a hand at the maid, dismissing her. She scurried past him just as Aura stepped around the corner.
Rush sucked in a breath at the sight of her. Silky hair lifted off her neck into a low chignon with small curls framing her heart-shaped face. Eyes rimmed with kohl, shapely lips the same shade of her crimson dress. The sheer scarlet fabric clung to her body in all the right places and whispered around her slippered feet. Her breasts and mound were shaded by shimmering silver that swirled and spread over the dress. It showed just enough skin to stiffen Rush’s cock. His mind flooded with lustful memories of how she watched him fuck his hand, and he swallowed the low growl that built in his throat.
“Spin,” he demanded, his eyes hooded.
She crossed her arms. “Good evening to you too.”
“I saidspin.” When she stood still, he added a sarcastic, “Please.”
Aura huffed and turned around quickly. The silver swirls caressed her ass, tempting him to ask her to spin for him once more.
Rush approached her and lifted her chin. “If your betrothed could see you now…” He smirked. “On display. Onmyarm.”
“He’s not my betrothed anymore.” She yanked her chin from his fingers. “He’s likely received the letter by now and is cursing my name.”
Rush released a dark chuckle. Yes, Pax must’ve received her missive. Cursed her. Torn through his precious palace like a man possessed by dark magic. She had rejected him. Embarrassed him. It wasn’t enough to quell Rush’s thirst for revenge, but it was a start.
“Remember, do as you’re told and smile,” he drawled, brushing a finger against the closed door. “No one bites. Unless you ask them to.”
Rush could see how Aura fought back against narrowing her eyes, the rage swirling within those violet depths. But she put on a false smile and nodded, even when a laugh burst on the other side of the door, brassier than the sensual music.
“Then let’s not keep them waiting,” Aura said, lifting a brow.
Rush arched his in return and looped her hand into the crease of his arm. Instead of her lips curling into a snarl as he’d expected, she held her tight smile and took the first step toward the door.
“I don’t normally make a grand entrance for these parties.” He looked her up and down, taking in the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and his dragon stirred in awareness. “But tonight, I have something to show off.”
He caught her scowl, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
Rush rapped on the door once, a signal to be announced. The music screeched to a stop and the door swung open. He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin while Aura didn’t even bristle.
The loud voice of a male guard boomed, “His Royal Highness, King Rush of Moonstone.”
The crowd of nearly three dozen turned toward them inside the dim room, their faces cloaked by shadows but bright enough to see the sea of various fabrics. Light caught on colored glass that decorated their faces, shimmering along their brows and cheekbones. Aura was the only one swathed in crimson after he’d forbidden the color be worn by anyone else. Goblets of wine were lifted into the air as a wordless cheer rang out, welcoming the king and his unnamed guest to the festivities.
Rush led Aura through the doorway, squeezing her hand that rested on his arm, forcing her not to pull away. He didn’t glance at her. Didn’t offer any encouraging words as they approached his throne. He had none to give. Sheshouldbe worried because this evening would be an offense to her morals. An awakening of sorts. Rush turned, spinning her to face the crowd when they reached the dais. The back of the obsidian throne framed him from behind with sharp, jagged edges. A massive pair of dragon wings made of obsidian glass stretched toward the ceiling on either side.
“Welcome.” Rush’s voice echoed through the silent room as he lowered himself into his throne.
The guests needed no other encouragement. The violins and piano started again, low and sensual, and the guests began swaying against one another in languid movements. Aura stood rigid at his side where he left her standing beside the throne, absorbing the dancers. He smirked and leaned back into the chair, ignoring her. Since the spell wasn’t putting her to sleep just yet and the sorceress still couldn’t be located, he wanted her to see what pleasures life had to offer. Soon, someone would approach him and ask about the beauty at his side. Henevercame with anyone—he always found a willing woman at the party to wet his cock—so walking in with her was a statement.
As the dancing continued, Rush tilted his head toward Aura. To the curve of her ass, delectable, exquisite, and just beside the arm of his throne. His fingers flexed where they rested on his knee, straining to touch her, but he wouldn’t. Not until she begged him to. She shifted slightly, drawing his eyes upward to her flushed cheeks.
“What’s on their faces?” she asked, her violet irises pinned to his.
