Page 68 of The Demon Court

The amount of lust and desire and passion that flooded through her was overwhelming. She slid down the door to sit on the floor, her hands in fists at her sides so she didn’t take care of her problem herself. Her fingers itched to circle her clit, which appeared to have a heartbeat all of its own, to fill the aching hollowness between her legs.

An answering groan echoed behind the door and he slammed his fist into the wood. “Cruel woman.”

“Go away then, Lust.”

“And let you suffer on your own?”

“I will be managing this on my own, whether you stand outside that door or you leave. You aren’t coming in.” Maybe she should do just that. It would serve him right for being such a prick.

Another groan echoed down the hall. “And I wonder if you make any sounds when you take care of it yourself.”

“Go away, Lust.“

“Fine, but this conversation is not over.”

She hadn’t ever thought it was.

ChapterTwenty-Three

He leaned against his bedroom door, grinning from ear to ear.

Lust had known it. He had been certain she wasn’t cold to him and now he had the proof. How was she hiding it? He had no idea. Nor did he care. He was so elated that she felt the same all-consuming desire that he did. Who cared how she was hiding herself or even resisting him or his brother?

Jabbing the air with his fist in celebration, he tucked his hands into his pockets and meandered down the hall. He had a brother to entertain today, after all.

Perhaps he’d inform Greed that the situation had resolved itself. Greed thought that Lust was lesser for not convincing this woman to fall into his bed, and Lust wouldn’t let that stand.

He didn’t need to convince her to want him. He didn’t need to do anything, apparently, other than be himself.

The new information was rather surprising. Women wanted things from him. They wanted an evening between his sheets. Perhaps they wanted permission to be uninhibited from someone who wouldn’t judge them for their needs or wants. He was all too willing to be that person for them.

Selene wanted none of that. And the thought made him trip in the hall.

When had he forgotten why she was here? He’d gotten so lost in the idea of seducing her and making her admit that she wanted him, that he’d forgotten she did want something from him. She wanted her mother and her sisters in this castle with their fingers in everything he’d worked so hard to build.

Ah, that made everything a little murkier.

He had gotten lost in the taste of her for a bit and forgotten that she wasn’t just some woman who had disregarded his power. She wasn’t just an enigma he’d found on the streets somewhere and brought back here. For all that their story might align with that, it wasn’t their story at all. She was still the daughter of the High Sorceress and a dangerous woman in her own right. Even if she wanted to pretend that she wasn’t.

Sighing, he ground his teeth together until he heard a creak. Why couldn’t all of this have been easier? Why couldn’t he forget where she’d come from and then he could focus instead on seducing her even further? He’d join her in bed again, stroke his hands down her sides and wait for her hand to wrap around his wrist the same way she’d done before.

He could still feel her grip on him. How she’d hesitated because she wanted to draw his hand down farther. Closer to where he desperately wanted to touch, if only to see how she would quiver beneath him.

Damn it. He had to stop thinking about her like this or he’d forget she wasn’t a normal woman again. She was more than that. Selene had layers to her, more than he liked, and that turned this entire endeavor upside down and inside out.

Huffing out a breath, he stalked into the great hall, where he knew his brother waited for him. His mood had gone from elated to downright horrid in the matter of a few seconds.

And his brother’s people made that mood even worse, as they were all hungover and draped about on his floor. A few of them clutched their heads or some foul smelling drink in their hands, others were apparently pretending they weren’t alive. Quite a few of them had pillows over their eyes, as though the sun hurt them.

Good. They should all question why they felt the need to come to his kingdom, drink all his alcohol, and then fuck his people into the wee hours of the morning. They could do that in their own land and not bother him with the nuisance.

Though most of the people in the great hall were clearly in pain, his brother was not. Greed sat on the same throne where Lust had left him, although this time he was alone. No women at his knees. None of his own people at his sides. Not even the giant twins who had glared at everyone who looked at Greed.

Lust stalked up to his own throne, sitting down on it as he waited for breakfast to arrive. His servants would have known to wait until he was ready, although they might hesitate at the missing woman who usually came down with Lust.

None of them seemed to know how to act around her. Was she a favored of Lust’s bedmates? Should they wait on her hand and foot? He had never clarified why she was here.

Should he? Perhaps he’d been remiss in not taking the time to sit them all down and tell them exactly who she was, rather than rely on rumors to do the speaking for him.

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