Page 104 of The Demon Court

Eyes wide, desperate to hide him, Selene stumbled past Lust and tore herself out of his grip. He let out a low, frustrated growl, but reluctantly stood when she gestured for him to get up.

“What—“ he stared, before she slammed his back against the wall and slapped her hand over his mouth. Using the other hand to hold her bodice closed, she watched as Bathilda opened the door to her room.

Her sister couldn’t see him. All she’d see was Selene leaning in the doorway, one hand holding her dress shut with perhaps too much of a wild expression on her face.

“What’s going on?” Bathilda asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I couldn’t get the dress off myself, and I’ll admit, I got a little frustrated.” Selene hoped that explained why her cheeks were so red. “I’ll be down in a moment.”

“Are you sure you don’t need help? I can tie your dress.”

“No!” Selene almost shouted the word before blushing an even deeper scarlet. “I can manage just fine. I have a dress that would be perfect for dinner. I just... just...”

Lust curled his tongue around one of her fingers. He gripped her wrist, forcing her to lower her hand as he slowly sucked her finger into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue doing that to such a sensitive digit scrambled her mind.

Her sister’s frown deepened. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine!” Selene squeaked. “Just a little distracted right now, is all. Can you give us—me— a few moments?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need and I’ll bring you to the others.”

Because she didn’t know how to get back to the dining hall without someone watching her, obviously. “Thanks,” Selene breathlessly whispered before tugging the door shut. Her sister likely got an eyeful of breasts but…

“For fuck’s sake!” she hissed, yanking her hand out of his grip. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked.” He prowled toward her until her hips hit the mattress. “I’m licking you until you come and then ruining those furs as I finally feed my cock into your wet pussy.”

She trembled. By the seven kingdoms, how was she supposed to do that with her sister right there? Or not do it and suffer through a dinner knowing that he was waiting for her?

“I have to go,” she whispered. “I have to or they’ll know.”

The grin on his face never budged. He merely shifted to the side and let her fly past him to the wardrobe, where she pulled out a simple dress. He didn’t say a word, but she heard the creak of the bed as he laid down on it. Would he wait for her? What was he planning on doing? What man was all right with her leaving in the middle of all this?

She dressed quickly, turned around, and gasped.

A naked demon waited for her in her bed. The soft furs caressed all that golden skin. He fisted his cock in one hand, a slow drag from the head to the base captivating her. She licked her lips without even realizing what she was doing.

“Hurry back,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “I’ll take the edge off, but then I expect to need you all night, little moon.”

She could barely rip her eyes from the glistening drop dribbling down the head of his cock before whirling and rushing out the door.

ChapterThirty-Five

Bathilda talked her ear off the whole time they walked down to the dining hall. And Selene had no idea what she said. Not a single word.

Her mind was back in her old bedroom. Where a long-limbed man waited for her, white furs caressing his skin as he stroked that massive cock. His words haunted her every step, trying to drag her back to that room.

“Hurry back. I’ll take the edge off, but then I expect to need you all night, little moon.”

All night? Was that even possible?

Selene had been with a few men before, but the memories were so foggy now that she’d survived Lust’s touch. He’d branded himself into her, wiping away any and all men who had touched her before. And now, she couldn’t remember what sex was like.

Only that it had been something to endure. The men had tried. She remembered that. They had touched her thighs just like Lust. But none of them had lingered so long with their tongue in her pussy. None of them had eaten her like she was the elixir of life and they were a dying man. And none of them, none, had looked at her like he had.

She sank onto her old chair, staring down at the dining table like it was a foreign scene. Her mother sat at the head of the table, all of her would be sisters grinning at her like they’d won something. And maybe they had. Maybe they’d argued on her behalf for such a long time that her mother had finally gone blue in the face.

That must have been it. She could feel the tension in the air but no longer cared that it existed.

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