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“Bring him in here, brothers,” Seer called at the doorway leading to his attached house.

Everybody turned when the main door opened and Maggie entered, looking confused as she made her way to Spook. “What happened?” she whispered.

“I don’t know what to say,” Bishop muttered to the quiet room. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow unless King Nidev’s news can’t wait.”

“It can surely wait,” the King said.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The moment Nidev left the meeting, he pulled his phone out and opened Lyric’s box.Are you up?

He returned it to his coat pocket and hurried toward the dock ahead of the group where the Twelve would transport them back to the dry dock via their Swamp Dragons. He really needed to discuss other options of transportation with the Kings. Using aircraft meant radar detection issues so they needed to discuss cloaking. This hour long land route was also getting riskier as shit fell apart.

He returned to the incidents in the Basilique where those bat bite symptoms had raged in new ways. His usual interest in thegiftedhad reached perverted proportions. While a powerful man had a brutal break down, his sick brain busily analyzed and dissected the layers of gifts he possessed and how they could be utilized. Also, while silently being a freak, he used all his strength to avoid the gaze of the one who’d given him his favorite lust. He felt the push of his hungry curiosity against his pores, ananimal sniffing out just how infected he was with the insanity they both shared.

And now his sickness was free to lock back on Lyric. That forbidden taste he’d taken of her had his cock navigating when his brain should be. He was in no rush either way, because taking his time while cracking her wide open was turning into an addiction on an overdose of steroids. Oh, he had to knowallthe particulars of wrapping her around his cock’s desires. What he’d do, when he’d do it, where, how. The why? Irrelevant. All while the world went up in flames. Speaking of, he’d seen the next coin in his dreams and was all too relieved to skip telling them. Becauseshetook precedence even over that.

There was no worse human being he could think of than one who forsook his duties to slate his shallow lusts at the expense of all mankind. But here he was. The leader of the great prophetic Creole Kings doing just that. IDOL. That was the word on the coin in his vision. What it meant? No clue. Did he care? Mildly at most.

He wanted this insanity out of him.

He had to find a way to remove it.

His phone buzzed and his cock answered with a lurch as he pulled it out.

Lyric.Yep. Deep in study about ancient rice cooking methods. What about you? Is your meeting over? How’d it go?

He paused long enough to text.It was interesting. I’m headed back now. I need to talk to you.

Sure. Do you want to text or use the phone?

He considered that.Text for now. When I get in bed, I’ll call you.

His cock pounded with a fury as he hurried the rest of the way to the dock, looking once more at his phone.Whatever you need. I’m here for you.

Her perfect, angelic answer gave him the solution to his entire give a shit dilemma. He would tend to the burning worldwhiletending to this burn in his cock. Moral dilemma solved.

The entire ride back, the icy wind beat against the fire in his blood. But it was no match while he fanned the flames with fantasies now mixed with urgent business. Like getting his lips and tongue on her pussy. Since he knew everything that needed doing outside of this lust, he spent the entire ride tending to its boil. What did he want? With her? That was the answer requiring great detail.

He recalled how his body reacted to her vulnerability. It was a delicacy he wanted to slowly grow in her then devour in a brutal rampage. Wash, rinse, repeat. Only from a different angle. A different pace. And he wanted her insane with needs only he could fill. He wanted to force her to feel every drop of what raged in him.

He wanted her to be his secret fuck angel.

Maybe he wanted to tell her exactly that. Maybe he wanted to seduce her. Or maybe he wanted to take whatever he wanted without asking. Anytime he wanted it. Anywhere he wanted it. However he wanted it.

Definitely option number three.

He felt his phone buzzing with her texts the entire ride but didn’t let himself look ‘til he was in the confines of his Bentley Continental.

He opened her texts.

So, I was thinking… About your…situation…

There it was. That delectable vulnerability. Too sweet to say the dirty words. Too scared to voice them.

If you’re able to obtain what you want by talking to me, it gives you time to see if this could be a permanent solution.

Sorry…just thinking out loud.

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