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Through the transparent shower glass, a muscle ticks in Neo’s cheek as he cocks his head to the side and answers, “Long enough for my hand to get itchy.” His shades slip through the shower cracks and twirl around my legs.
“Perhaps I’ll stay in till it gets good and sore.”
With my own sly smirk, I turn to give him a splendid view of my front while reflecting on how women don’t magically turn into sex goddesses in the shower. Most days, we’re still preoccupied with scrubbing the same ass crack. But for once, I grab the soap bar to my left, channel my inner Aphrodite, and wash myself in soft, circular motions, beginning with my neck and downward. My nipples harden as I rub the soap bar across the tender flesh of my belly, upon my mound recently waxed of its usual thick nest of dark curls. All my nerve endings overheat, but it’s worth it to torture myhusband. So, when I part my lips and dip that bar into my swollen folds, I thrill in the sight of Neo’s elite veins igniting, his muscles tensing, and his pupils dilating upon me.
“I see your red sun has finished its final descent, Princess. Perhaps you could use some company.”
As soon as he removes his robe, but thankfully not his breeches, though his substantial bulge is obvious, I stare him down with the steamy water streaming across my face.
“What’s the matter, love?” Neo hugs his arms, stepping toward the shower, biceps rigid, hard as dark marble. “Cat got your tongue?”
Sardonic, I grin and swing my head to the side to retort. “No, but mine’s about to get your ass. Love bite, Spitfire,” I command.
Up till now, my hellcat’s hidden under the settee, his tail subtly swinging back and forth, awaiting any order. After my order, he charges in one graceful pounce to sink his teeth right into Neo’s rear breeches. The diversion grants me enough time to snatch my robe from the hook and shrug into it. Neo’s rumbling howl behind me is so worth it. A flicker of a thrill twirls up my spine.
After tying the sash, I press my lips to a tight seam and turn to face him. “You think I would have been ignorant enough to come here without protec—”
I pause in mid-speech while flinging my wet curls from my neck and onto the back of the robe. Because Neo is wrestling with my hellcat, his full lips parted in an approving chuckle.
“I’ll show you what’s new, pussycat,” Neo taunts, goading Spitfire till my hellcat charges, pounding his head into the Prince’s chest.
At first, I step in to interfere until pausing because while Spitfire bats with his mighty paws, he’s retracted much of his claws. Neo flexes his muscles as he battles my hellcat, working to pin the feline to the ground. Heat sparks in my chest, and I pinch my eyes, observing as Neo’s chuckle turns to rumbling laughter to mingle with Spitfire’s yipping growls. Huh, they’re just tousling. That’s…adorable.
I glide toward the trinity-pane mirror on the other side of the room, leaving the boys to play. Easing onto the gilded chair before the mirrors, I reach for the diamonded brush and drag it through my sodden curls.
In the reflection, Neo scratches the top of Spitfire’s head, then the underside of his neck, before he rises and approaches me from behind. I don’t move but resume brushing my curls, eyeing his reflection—all too aware of that familiar, come-hither smolder, that seductive gait.
I flinch when he settles a hand on the back of my mine in a gentle offer to brush my hair. At first, my stomach churns with anxiety. But I heave a sigh and purse my lips, surrendering the item.
When his hand brushes one side, achingly tender, while he fingers the strands on the other, I suck in a deep breath and hold it. I hold back tears. He’s combing it just like he used to when I took a rose bath. I try to shove down the warmth growing inside me, but the gold dust budding on my skin betrays me. If he keeps this up, the dust will turn to butterflies, especially with him half naked, displaying the grandeur of his muscular powerhouse, that dark tower of a neck primed with aroused silver veins. Not to mention his shades flirting with my body beneath the robe as they always do.
Oh, Saints! His eyes are dark, cool, and sensual—the same eyes when I shared Noralice with him.
“Where’s Lux?” I wonder, flicking my gaze to his, noting his winter mist eyes don’t stray from mine.
Neo’s hands do not forsake my hair when he leans in and purrs close to my left ear, tempting, “Would it astound you to learn that perhaps I’d rather be fighting with you than fucking her?”
Oh, Goddess!
A few butterflies flutter along my skin, but I wince and scold my insides, evaporating them to gold vapors.Don’t melt, don’t swoon, Elysia. I force myself to breathe as the Prince chuckles and kisses my cheek, nose skimming my jaw close to my ear, scenting me. At least he doesn’t tease or taunt me despite my responses.
“I heard a rumor about twenty missing humans from the border suddenly showing up.” He props his chin on my head, parting my curls from the back of my neck. “They shared a wild story about some demon locking them in a pit. But an angel warrior set them free so they could climb a ladder of light back to the land of the living.” Neo appraises my eyes in the mirror’s reflection.
Tipping my head back, I flick my eyes to their ceilings to meet his stare. My chest hitches, heart murmuring at the sight of him. I chew on my lower lip when his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare.
“I thought you didn’t care about the border,” I test him and stand, crossing my arms over my chest to scrutinize him. Anything to get a barrier between us, to cage the Halo that’s on the verge of pouncing.
Neo shrugs and sets the brush down on the bathroom sink, leaning closer and planting one hand on the counter next to my body. More heat spreads lower from his tempting dominance. “Quillion and Nita can be quite persuasive when they launch an intervention. And after my sister’s right of substitution act, I decided it would be prudent to bereasonable.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I have dispatched a full crew of vampire health workers to the quarantined zone, officiated the mass production of Quillion’s treatment, and increased the tent city rations.”
“Neo!” I practically leap onto his body, throwing my arms around his chest, feeling him stiffen in surprise.
“Well, now!” His arms surround me a moment later, cradling me against his chest, words humming, appreciative, “I suppose I’ll have to be reasonable more often.”
Wait…a second later, I jerk myself from him, my eyes smoldering when I snap, brandishing a finger, “Wait, no, you don’t deserve special treatment when you should have done the right thing in the first place.” I lower my accusatory brows, tightening my body. “Any decent human being, especially a monarch, would have and should have done all that and more!”
