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That sent me spiraling. Her body milked mine, squeezing, pulsing. She sat back up and writhed above me, riding her orgasm, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I growled her name and came so hard I saw stars.
It was like fire and lightning and gravity all at once. When it was over, I held her to me, still rocking slowly, gently, as aftershocks rippled through both of us.
“Jenny,” I whispered against her hair, voice raw. “I don’t ever want to forget this.”
She kissed my chest and smiled against my skin. “You won’t.”
CHAPTER 9
Malice
After a restless night of little sleep and erotic dreams that starred a sexy little human and hot Ladrian Orne that kept me tossing and turning, I was in no mood to be nice. How fortunate for me, Justice wanted to hold a council meeting. Niceties were optional there.
He hadn’t given much notice of the meeting.Must be something important. Or he’s bored. Could go either way. A shower and one all black suit later, I was on my way to the royal palace. Thankfully, the journey was short.
Summer wind blew over my face when I stepped toward the privileged entrance. A solid gold arch marked the door a special few ever got to walk through. The door itself was obsidian black and flanked by two guards at each side. The four of them gave me a respectful bow that I was not owed, but everyone pretended I was.
I was young when I had realized it was all an act. A sham. The finery, the rules, the respect demanded from those who were notus. If I, a boy of no known classed blood, could be raised up from nothing to the highest plateau of the land with a single wave of Justice’s hand, then none of it was real.
It was all an illusion. But without the illusion, where would we be?
Chaos.
It had been a thought Longshot had given me when I was young and depressed and talking about revolution the way teenagers liked to do. I had been naïve enough to believe that I could change the way Justice ruled the people and had become disillusioned when I discovered otherwise.
But Longshot asked me to think of where people would be without the illusion of order and control. How would people live, if they realized there was nothing holding them together but pretending the royal family and class mattered?
Lucky for Longshot, the question had kept me preoccupied for a few days. By the time I came up with an answer, he had finagled a position on the council for me. Justice said it was an honor to be the youngest person to ever serve on the council. Longshot said the work would enhance my philosophical wonderings. I was sure it was a punishment.
After I had served on the council for a month, I gave Longshot my answer. Without the illusion, the people would live freely. As they should.
I could never forget his smile, as he mumbled, “Yes. They should. But as long as Justice is alive, they never will.”
I shook free of the unpleasant memories as I walked the long corridor to the council chamber. My new Italian wingtips were the only sound in the marble hall outside the door, but behind it, there were echoing voices. Upon walking into the council chamber, a hard knot formed in my gut. I knewJustice’s expression before I looked at him. His lip would curl in annoyance at my tardiness, and he would say something cutting about me being late. Again.
I exhaled a breath before I sat at his right hand. “Good morning, Justice. Good morning, everyone else.”
When I glanced at Justice, though, there was no sneer, no annoyance of any kind. In fact, he looked amused. Gleeful, almost. “Long night of torture?”
Long night of knowing Jenny had chosen Tiger’s bed over mine.“Yes.”
Justice nodded, clearly believing I’d spent my evening abusing my prisoners, and that delighted him. “Glad to hear it.”
I leaned closely to him for privacy. “Have they found him yet?”
Justice whispered back, “The magicians have collected him in an orb.”
“Will the project be ready in time for him?”
“They assure me it will, and they know the consequences of failure.”
I nodded in response and sat up straight again, eyeing the nosy councilors.Let their curiosity eat them alive. I refused to give them a hint of our discussion. “Then I am glad I came today.”
Justice smiled, a true one, and turned his attention to the rest of the room, earning their silence. “Unlike the rest of these degenerates, you never disappoint me, Malice.”
I nearly smirked at the other councilors because that was hardly true.
“You could show a little respect, Justice,” Boxer said with exasperation. “At least we showed up, and on time.”
