Page 33 of God Touched

By the time Imogen made it to the throne, Arawan was so hard, his whole body hurt. What had happened to his dirty hunter? He noticed all the hungry glances on her and knew she was still hunting. The fools just didn't know it. This was his feral flower, showing a whole new set of hidden thorns. And he would make sure everyone knew that she was his.

Imogen came before him and bowed elegantly and low enough that he had a view straight down the front of her dress.

"Lord of Annwn, it is an honor and pleasure to be your guest this evening," Imogen purred, fluttering her long black lashes at him. He realized too late that he hadn't replied. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"The pleasure is mine, Lady Ironwood. I hope you enjoy yourself, but please save a dance for me," Arawan managed to choke out. Imogen's smile only widened with glee that she had turned him into a speechless idiot. Fuck, she would never let him live it down.

"Find me whenever you wish to spin me around the dance floor, my lord," she said, bowing again and winking slyly at him.

It was the wink that sealed her fate. Arawan tried to steady himself as he watched her wide, delicious hips sway as she glided back into the crowd. He suddenly didn't care if they found Hafgan's spy or not. By the end of the night, he vowed that Imogen Ironwood would be his.

"My Lord Arawan, where have you been hiding that mortal?" a male's voice said, dragging his attention away from Imogen's ass.

One of his three under lords, Aeron, stood in front of him with a slight smile on his handsome face.

"I haven't been hiding anyone. Since I have been staying in the human realm, I felt it necessary to form some connections with the living courts," Arawan replied. It wasn't exactly a lie. He thought it very important to have Imogen stay within his eyesight at all times.

Fuck, he was so ruined over the girl. He wanted to hate it and found he couldn't do that either. Arawan would let her tread all over him and thank her for the privilege.

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Imogen tried her best to fall into the role she was playing for the night, but goddamn, was it hard when Arawan looked…like that. He was in a black three-piece suit, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck to show off every stark, gorgeous inch of his face. The only color on him was an elegant ruby tie pin and the ruby topped cane that rested next to him.

He sat on a high back black throne on a dais with a table in front of him, piled high with food and wine that looked untouched. From his high vantage point, he could look down his nose at everyone dancing, drinking, and conspiring.

His dark eyes had devoured her, and it had taken all of Imogen's self-control not to say something downright scandalous. She wanted to be scandalized all over him on that throne. She wanted to get on her knees in front of him and go down on him like the king he was. He was simply devastating, and she knew whatever happened between them, she was already ruined.

As if she wasn't already obsessed with him. Imogen had developed a goth boy obsession from meeting him once; she would be beyond repair by the time she left the deal with him. Her stomach clenched horribly at the thought.

You're just hungry and nervous. It's all it is, she reassured herself. The dress that Freya had sent her was intimidating to look at, but as soon as she slipped it on, Imogen felt like a queen. Freya knew her well enough not to send stilettos. Instead, Imogen was wearing knee-high velvet boots. They were the kind of boots that would look great slung over Arawan's broad, pale shoulders.

Imogen grabbed a glass of ruby-red wine from a servant and had a large mouthful. She needed to get her head back in the game.

Everyone in the room was looking at her and pretending they weren't. Good. I meant that whoever she talked to would have people wanting to compete with them and seek her out.

"Lady Imogen, what an unexpected pleasure to see one of the living at this event," a tall fae said, moving in front of her and bowing low. He had curling red hair and piercing green eyes. Beauty and masculinity all rolled into one in a way that only the fae could pull off. "I'm Owain, one of Arawan's lords."

"My lord," Imogen replied with a smile. The fae pressed a kiss to her hand, and she tried not to giggle. "It's nice to meet you."

"I have not had the pleasure of speaking with the living for a long time. Arawan has woken from his sleep in the most usual of moods," Owain said, looking her over. "Although, you are a welcome addition to the proceedings."

"I'm glad you think so. I must say I was surprised when Arawan came to the fae court and asked me to be a liaison. It's an honor to be serving him however I can, wouldn't you agree?" she asked. There was the slightest shift in Owain's expression before it disappeared under the intensity of his smile.

"Indeed. I'd be interested to know exactly how you are serving him," he replied with a touch of innuendo.

What a perve.It didn't surprise her. It was usually the most entitled assholes that would bail up a woman before anyone else could. To the people around her and the lord in front of her, she was fresh meat.

"Lady Ironwood is helping me coordinate our efforts to find Hafgan in the human world," Arawan said from behind her. She felt the slightest brush of fingers on her lower back as he moved to join them.

"How wonderful. What a great opportunity to connect to my fae brethren," Owain replied, a wall instantly going up in his green eyes. "My lady, allow me to go and fetch you another drink."

"Thank you, Owain, that would be lovely," Imogen said, smiling at him.

Arawan moved a little closer to her. "I see you are wasting no time bringing the males in my court to their knees."

"You mean where males belong?" Imogen said sweetly. "Do you like my dress?"

Arawan's gaze darkened. To anyone else, he might have seemed furious, but Imogen had seen him horny and knew the difference.

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