Page 200 of Lady of Ashes

“It could be, depending on what one is trying to find,” sheanswered. “Or if one did not have a way to replenish their magic well right away.”

He lowered his mouth, brushing his lips against hers. “I am ready for that distraction now,” he murmured onto them.

He felt her lips curve against his own before the familiar sensation of Traveling tugged at him.

“Apparently she won,” Nuri said wryly. “Pay up.”

Sorin pulled back, giving Scarlett an unimpressed glare. “Really? You took us back here.”

“They wanted to know who won,” she said, sucking her lower lip between her teeth as she started to back away from him.

“Up the stairs, end of the hall, last door on the right,” Cyrus said from the sofa where he now sipped on a glass of amber liquor. “And you’re wrong, Death’s Shadow. I’m fairly certain Sorin is about to win.”

He wasn’t wrong, as Sorin followed his queen out of the sitting room and up the stairs. She threw him a coy look over her shoulder before she pushed through the door of the room they’d been assigned. She turned to face him when he’d shut the door behind him.

She was slowly removing weapons, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me, king of mother hens, what kind of distraction would you prefer this night?”

He shot her an unimpressed glare at her newest name, and she smirked lightly at him. He began to prowl towards her, but stilled when he felt her shadows rake down his arms, his chest, his torso. She was removing her boots now, her movements casual as her shadows continued their torturous descent.

She stood upright again, kicking her boots to the side before sliding her tunic over her head, standing before him in just her pants and the band around her breasts. She slowly made her way towards him, hips swaying, and his eyes roaming where they willed.

“Nothing to say?” she crooned, and he cursed when those shadows caressed his cock through his pants. She huffed a laugh, beginning to circle him. Her actual ?ngers dragged along the back of his shoulders.

“You are as wicked as you are vicious,” he gritted out.

“Mmm,” she hummed, coming to a stop in front of him. “You did not answer me, prince of fussiness.”

He went to reach for her, to silence that godsdamn tongue, when her shadows ran down his length again; and he stumbled, letting out a groan as she danced back a few steps, biting her lower lip, her eyes glittering with sinful promises.

“Come here,” he said in a low command, tracking her movements when she slowly began circling him again, staying out of his reach.

“You asked for a distraction,” she mocked. “Are you not thoroughly distracted?”

But then she was gasping at the ?ames brushing along her own body. He was on her a moment later, his hands landing on her hips and ?ngers immediately beginning to roam over her exposed ?esh.

“Teasing is not the type of distraction I had in mind,” he breathed into her ear, goosebumps erupting along her skin under his ?ngertips.

“You never speci?ed what kind of distraction you were looking for,” she replied breathlessly.

A low chuckle rumbled through him, and he made quick work of the band around her breasts. “In my experience, the less clothing, the better the distraction,” he said, ?ngers drifting to the buttons of her pants.

“You do have moreexperience,I suppose,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pushing her pants over her hips, her undergarments with them. “Arianna and Jamahl would not be an option tonight, but I am sure there is a male or two downstairs who would be more than willing to join us.”

“What?” she started, her hands landing on his shoulder when she stumbled while stepping out of her pants at his words.

“You just seem very jealous of myexperiences, my Love,” he continued, shoving her pants aside with his foot.

“How do you always manage to turn this around so thatIam the one being teased?” she whined, with a pout forming on her lips.

He leaned in to whisper, “experience,” and his hands found her hips once more. He began walking her backwards towards the desk that was in the room.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “And why am I always naked while you always remain fully clothed?”

“I excel at distracting,” he replied, lifting her up and setting her bare ass on the desk. She scoffed again. He arched a brow. “You donot believe me?” he asked. “How else did I get you naked, sitting atop a desk with your beautiful breasts in my mouth, Princess?”

“My breasts are not—”

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