Page 91 of The Demon Court

He let out a little groan and shook his head. “Don’t you start now.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You are.” He pointed at her with a wry grin. “You’re the one who wanted to come to town. Now behave.”

Her jaw dropped open as he urged his horse forward. She was the one who had wanted to come? He’d quite literally dragged her to the horse while she told him maybe there was a better time for them to meet everyone. How was he blaming this on her?

Just to get back at him, she let her thoughts run wild.

As they meandered through the town, speaking to anyone who reached for Lust’s leg, she thought about all the countless things that drove her wild. She let her mind linger on the memories of his tongue and how he’d lashed at her clit before sucking it all too perfectly. She thought about his hands moving up her thighs, those big strong fingers squeezing her flesh.

And then she thought about that ridiculously thick cock that had slid so easily between her fingers as her own wetness coated it. How would that feel between her legs? Sliding through her folds and then sinking deep, deep inside her until she couldn’t even choke out a sound?

He flinched when she thought about that one. Lust had been leaning down so a young man in a bright green cap could talk to him in a slightly more private setting. And though he still listened to that young man speak, he stared at her. His burning eyes promised retribution when they got back to the castle.

She hoped he would. Maybe he’d tie her to the bed and make her endure the entirety of his lust. Would he last longer than most? Last night it seemed as though he was the same as a regular man, finished when he was done and that was the end of it. But what if he could go more rounds than that? Clearly, he wasn’t human. He’d vaulted off a two story building!

She was so lost in her thoughts that Selene didn’t notice that he’d urged his horse closer to hers. Lust grabbed her mount’s reins, forcing her to stay in place while he leaned in. Brushing his lips over her cheek, he whispered in her ear, “Stop these games, or I will bend you over whatever surface I can find.”

A shiver rocked her shoulders. “We’re in public, Lust. I thought you respected your people too much to make them wait even longer?”

This was her “gotcha” moment. The time when she broke him and proved he was what her mother had said. A man so focused on lust and desire that he didn’t know how to run a kingdom.

Instead, he grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head back. Just enough so that she was frozen in place with all eyes on her. “You are a temptress as well as a sorceress, I know. But the flaw in this plan is that no one here would mind if I simply let my power loose. You think we’d be the only people fucking, Selene? Oh, no. I would make them all join us and they would like it. They’d listen to you scream my name and it would make them all come at the same time. Have you ever shared a moment like that with a hundred people? All of you coming as the energy in the room becomes electric?”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could he do that? Really?

Did she want him to?

His hand gentled, smoothing through her long locks and giving her neck back to her. “We’re busy, Selene. As tempting as you are, I find I wish to keep you to myself. At least for a little while longer, and then we’ll play with whatever fantasies you might have.”

But he couldn’t end it there. Apparently, he didn’t care that so many eyes were on them, because he still cupped the back of her head and kissed her like a drowning man. Like a starving creature who knew he only had a few days left, so fuck the rules and fuck everyone who had made them.

Lust groaned into her mouth, the sound obscene and inappropriate, but... she liked it.

A cheer rose around them. It startled her out of the haze of lust that clouded her mind and Selene realized they were very much in public and he was kissing her in a way that should only be done in private.

Wrenching away from him, she felt her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. If she could crawl back inside the dark robes that she usually wore, that would have been better. But he still had the cloak that he’d brought for her, because apparently it wasn’t cold enough for him to let her have it.

She wanted to hide. Wanted to get away from all these people and their eyes and their judgements.

Lust cupped his hand under her chin and turned her to look at him. His eyes locked on hers, and suddenly she couldn’t look anywhere else. “You are meant to be here. Right here. Nowhere else that mind of yours has you running. They are happy you are with me, Selene. You are a beautiful, strong woman who has suffered more than the eyes of a few people watching you kiss the man who holds your attention for now.”

She nodded, his words filtering through the cloud of her mind. And yet... What would her mother think?

“You are not in the Tower any longer.” He pressed one more kiss to her lips, grinning against her as another cheer erupted. “There is no one to make rules for you any longer, little moon. Make your own. With me, preferably.”

And then he wheeled his horse away and continued to meet with his people. She mulled over what he said as she trailed along behind him.

What if she made her own rules? What if she didn’t care what the Tower had taught her and allowed herself to live here? It didn’t seem so bad. She’d have to endure him kissing her in public, but people seemed happy that he’d done so.

So many people in the crowd grinned at her now. A few of the women looked on with a little jealousy, but even they smiled at her with happiness. They all seemed to be pleased that Lust had settled down with someone specific. Which made little sense to her. Their king was known for never taking a woman twice, or at least that’s what the Tower had claimed.

But maybe she’d been wrong about a lot of this. And maybe this was the final straw before she let herself believe that.

Lust paused again to speak with someone else, and a soft hand touched her foot.

Selene glanced down to see an elderly woman holding onto her. The woman’s wrinkled face showed a life of happiness, with so many smile lines and crow’s feet around her eyes that she appeared permanently wrinkled, even when not smiling.

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