Page 42 of House of Mages and Raven

That’s Celine Dion’s “The Power of Love,”Barbie accused.

Yes, love is powerful, as is lust,I agreed.

No love lasts. Don’t fall for your prince client. Just do your job,she said bitterly.

Yeah, yeah, please don’t let your negativity drag me down. I need an upbeat spirit and a can-do attitude for this job if you still want more pink diamonds.

That shut her up again. A scorned chick she might be, but she loved diamonds more.

I peeked over the cedars and pines extending to the depths of Underhill and inhaled the scents of honeysuckle, bitter oranges, and wild magic, a deep-seated satisfaction settling in me. I was seizing the day, looking at this magical night through my own eyes.

A lone wooden cabin stood ahead of me, bathed in moonlight. Wild rose petals adorned the patch of earth leading to the cabin, courtesy of Underhill.

“Knock, knock!” I said sultrily.

“Come in,” Rowan’s deep voice sounded from inside.

I pushed open the door and jogged in, my face brightening at prince lounging on a new king-size bed covered with a silky duvet.

Instead of showing off his glorious nudity as I’d fantasized, he wore a white tunic and casual trousers. He was the only heir who dressed conservatively. But as soon as he shrugged off his clothes, he was no longer a gentleman but a savage like me.

The potent lust in his silver eyes mirrored mine as they roamed over my body, inch by inch. I shivered at the caress of his intense gaze and thrust my chest out for him to admire, as I saw other females do when they paraded themselves in front of the princes.

I had my usual cuirass on like a badge of honor. My leather skirt barely skimmed my thighs. If I bent over just a little, Rowan could see my bare pussy. I never wore panties. Why hide your best asset?

I was tempted to show him my best asset right away, but I decided to tease my man first. Rowan remained where he was, trying to play cool, but the massive bulge that distorted the front of his trousers betrayed his thick desire. I smirked, swaying my hips for good measure. Two could play the game, and I always came up the winner.

“You should’ve said ‘who’s there’ when I said ‘knock, knock,’” I purred.

“I knew it was you,” he said.

Underhill had given the cabin a facelift. The open ceiling was made from the canopies of ancient trees. Wild flowers sprouted from the ground. Other than the new bed, a round table with fancy chairs pressed against the wooden wall. There was even a nice leather couch in the room. Underhill must’ve shipped it in from somewhere.

“Did you bring it, sugar?” I asked as I approached the bed, swaying my hips sensually.

“Bring what?” he asked lazily.

“A diamond for Barbie,” I said.

“What?” He blinked, not expecting the direction of the conversation, since he was so hard, and he could see that I was more than eager to jump him. But we needed to take care of business first, as Barbie had drilled it into my brain. It’d become second nature.

I smiled at him. “A pink diamond for Barbie.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I did a good job, didn’t I? In fact, I did a fabulous job every time. I fucked you nice and hard, and so Barbie requested a bonus from you. She’s blue. Let’s cheer her up by giving her one more diamond, the bigger the better. As a rich prince, you don’t want to give us the impression of being a cheap client.”

My fae prince sat upright, no longer making himself comfortable, his silver eyes bulging. “Client? She thinks I’m your client?”

“You’re not?”

Anger rippled across his handsome face after a moment of shock passed.

“She’s pimping you out?” he snarled.

I didn’t see why he was upset all of a sudden, but I liked his anger. Rage fucking never disappointed.

Barbie peeked out. I was glad this was getting her attention. She needed to live a little rather than being hung-up on the rejection of the chaos prince.

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