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“Come on, King,” she said playfully, splashing him a little. “Aren’t you even a little hot from this steamy day? Even a little curious?”

She was flirting with him, which was a good sign. So he stood, adjusting his package so it didn’t look like he was carrying a lead pipe in his shorts. He then went toward the water, stepping timidly into the coolness at a languid pace. His fingers traced over the pool, watching Addie closely, having dipped her entire body underwater and emerging completely soaking wet.

She looked like a siren, a kind of mermaid he’d heard of from the folktales shared from Earth. Her long hair was silky in the sunlight, her skin humming with magical radiance. Her voice was laced with a richness of desire that made the king feel like he would surely faint if she came any closer.

“Come here, you,” she murmured, beckoning him like a goddess of the sea.

He would surely drown for her.

SEVEN

ADDIE

Addie had decided the moment Mahes fixed his gaze on her that she was going to have a fling. The way he looked at her made her feel electric, lightning shooting down from her breasts and coiling to nestle in her pelvis. It had been a long time since anyone had set her body on fire like that, so why not?Live and let live.

The pool was indeed rejuvenating. It invigorated her. Every molecule in her body vibrated with a newfound sense of power. It was different than the power she felt when she was on stage. Standing on stage, belting out all of her emotions, filled her with pride and validation. It was like acting as a speaker at a great political gathering in Greece, the spectators hanging on every word and dripping with adoration.

Standing in the pool filled her with a different kind of power. She had never had such an unusual man’s attention before. A king, no less, and a mystical being whose very existence was tied to her own like an invisible, incandescent string. That was a lot of pressure, but Addie felt like she was feeding off it.

The glow ran up her body and swam through her veins. She felt like it was brimming into her ears and eyes. It was the closest she would ever feel to how he must feel, something that transcended humans. It wasn’t just power. It was a boundless capacity for intrigue.

Addie floated toward him, trying to look seductive. She was impressed by his ability to maintain eye contact despite the fever she saw in his eyes. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth, dampening her lips, which she knew were thick enough to devour.

“Get over here,” she purred.

He came to her. The pool was a fair size, akin to the ones she had been blessed with lying by during her days off on vacations or in affluent hotel stays. But the majority of the time, it wasn’t even close to private. Here, Addie could let herself go in a way she hadn’t realized she’d been yearning for.

She slowly swayed backward until her back was pinned against the wall of the pool opposite of where they had submerged themselves. He drifted toward her slowly, his hands trickling over the water. The wind brushed through his hair, which was dark and polished under the suns. He had a neat aesthetic to him that Addie felt the urge to ruin. She was charged like never before, holding her breath, feeling like the second he touched her, a bomb would go off.

He stopped a few inches from her body, and she couldn’t help but gasp. He was immensely tall, water running down his body. It traced his skin the way she wanted her tongue to trace it.

Addie felt her face flush with pleasant, scorching heat for a moment. But instead of running from it, she embraced it.

“Why are you just standing there?” she crooned at him. “Touch me already.”

Most men would have hesitated, shocked by the sheer audacity of a modern-day woman, but Mahes was not most men. He went in for the kill, yanking her by the hips into his pelvis. Her breath hitched in her throat the second she collided with something thick as an iron pipe hidden in his swim trunks.

“You mean, like this …”

His hands were strong and firm, running up her hips and her waist, his fingertips coming into contact with her swim bottoms. It felt electric.

“Mahes …” she moaned.

His hands skimmed past the outline of her breasts, and she nearly lost control. She let out a mewl she had never heard herself make. It was animalistic, primal, and drop-dead dirty.

“Patience,” he said, whispering into her ear, his tongue flickering around the lobe. “You don’t want to have dessert before dinner, do you?”

Addie wanted to scream that yes, she did want dessert first. But she lost her train of thought. His mouth went to the nape of her neck, kissing the skin with a stern tenderness, his hands moving down her shoulders and forearms. He returned to the front of her pelvis as she pulled him in closer, enfolding her legs around his.

His cock pressed against her pussy and began to grind against it. She felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm, having never built up that quickly, especially in a public space. It had escaped her conscious thoughts that they were in public after all and that any of his servants could walk out and witness her cries of utter ecstasy.

“Fuck,” she grunted against him.

He seemed satisfied with the way her body responded to him. She would wonder later if him being a shifter somehow had any influence over her arousal. But at the moment, she didn’t care. He was crushing her up against the pool, his cock as thick as a soda can moving in synchronistic circles on her engorged clit.

When his hands finally crawled up the front of her bikini, she was persuaded to climax. It was going to be Earth-shattering … she knew it … or, in this case, Nova Aurora-shattering.

His grip on her softened as he rose to her nipples, which were hard as pearls beneath her swimsuit top. He trailed his fingers along her areola, his thumb grazing over her nipples, moving in circles that nearly sent Addie over the edge.

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