Page 70 of The Demon Court

Standing, he balanced the plate in one hand while grabbing another.

“Where are you going?” Greed asked.

“To seek the truth.”

“Ah, a word of advice, brother. If I may.”

Lust had no interest in the advice from someone like Greed. But he had to endure this visit, so he paused. He eyed Greed, who looked a little too pleased with himself.

Greed’s tail flicked side to side, the tuft at the end a little ragged this morning. “Fuck her, brother. And quickly. We do not know if she is using your powers herself, or what she is doing to you. But you are weak. I can feel it. My people can feel it. You are not as you once were, and you need to remedy that.”

A flare of anger burned in his chest. “I will do with her as I wish, in my own time.”

“You may not have as much time as you think.” Greed’s brows furrowed with worry before his eyes flared brightly again. “But if you die, I will fight to absorb your kingdom. I suppose that would be a good consolation prize for you not listening to me.”

Seven kingdoms, he hated his brother sometimes.

Teeth bared in a snarl, Lust turned away with both plates in his hands. Let his brother play the bastard. He didn’t care. There was a woman waiting for him, and she was starving. In more ways than one.

His heart skipped a beat, and every muscle in his body clenched at the thought. He needed to get answers from her, not do as his brother wished for him to do, but... Maybe he could do both.

Lust planned out their meeting on his way to their room. It would take a bit to convince her, but he was certain that he could have a repeat of the night before. Only this time, he’d convince her to touch him when she answered questions. Surely she wanted to touch him. He could feel the lust rolling off of her the moment she’d seen him.

He knocked again, not waiting for her to respond to him before opening the door.

“I brought you breakfast,” he said, trying to sound happy and not so fucking horny that he couldn’t think. “I assumed after last night with Greed you wouldn’t want to eat with…”

He forgot how to speak.

A bronze tub was now in the middle of his bedroom. His servants had likely carried it up for her, or perhaps it had been in her room. He didn’t know. All he saw was the condensation running down the sides from the hot water inside. Selene sat within, bubbles covering the top of the water, but not quite enough so he couldn’t see the rise and fall of her breasts as she stared at him.

Her dark hair was slicked back from her face, though a bead of water slid down her temple, catching on her jaw that was slightly open in shock. One leg was still gracefully lifted out of the water, hooked over the side of the tub as though she was too hot.

And oh, she looked so lovely he wasn’t even certain he was breathing.

“Lust,” she murmured.

He’d give her anything if she spoke to him in that tone again. Did she want the kingdom? Certainly. He’d hand it to her on a silver platter if she’d say another word in that throaty voice.

“Yes?”

“You’re going to drop those plates. Maybe you should set them down.”

Right. He had food in his hands and if he wasn’t careful, he’d dump that food onto the floor like an idiot. But still, he couldn’t remember feeling like this in a very long time. She captivated him. Him. He’d been so bored for years on end because everyone was like the rest and this woman somehow had broken that mold.

It was unsettling.

He set the two plates down on the nightstand before walking over to the bath.

Her eyes grew rounder with every step. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you.”

“You’re absolutely not getting in this bath with me.”

He’d already started unbuttoning his shirt, but paused at her tone. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

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