Page 56 of Demonic Prince

He shrugs before glancing at my breasts. I drop my gaze and remember exactly where he came the first time. Not to mention how wet I am between my legs. No wonder he brought me to the bathhouse.

“Speaking of filthy,” I mutter.

With a smirk, Rook wades into the pool. My stare lingers on his ass before he’s in too deep. He should be naked more often. It’s a crime to hide his body.

I step into the water, yelp, and jump back out. “That’s cold as hell!”

“Hell isn’t cold.”

I roll my eyes. “Why, have you been?”

“No.” He cups water in both hands before splashing it in his face. “Though my mother came from the Underworld.”

I walk back into the pool, taking the temperature one step at a time, until I duck my head underwater and surge up, gasping. My heartbeat races at the shock of it.

“What’s it like?” I shake water from my hair. “Being a demonic prince?”

“I’m not a prince.”

“You’re the son of King Everhart.”

He grimaces. “Don’t remind me.”

“You’re his only heir. That’s why the knights wanted you dead, right?”

“Not the only heir.” He stares at the moon’s reflection in the water, shattered by ripples. “There’s my sister, Lark.”

“The one who’s locked up in the Forgotten Tower?”

“I don’t have another sister.”

This is the reason why he needs me and my dragonfire. Once I’ve helped him free Lark, he won’t need me any longer.

Rook wades through the water to me and closes the distance between us. I’m distracted by how close he’s standing, and even more distracted when he starts to wash me. His claws skim my breasts.

“Was tonight enough?” he asks. “To bring you out of heat?”

A little flutter of excitement darts through my belly. “Don’t think it will be that easy to defeat me.”

“Defeat?”

“No one else dared fuck me.”

His thumb circles my breast before finding my taut nipple. I suck in my breath, almost too sensitive to his touch.

“Rook,” I warn. “Keep doing that and I’m going to demand more.”

He lets out a dark laugh. “Tempting.” He caresses my nipple with his claw. “But answer me. How much longer will you be in heat?”

“I…” He’s too distracting. “I don’t know.”

Mercifully, his thumb stops tormenting me. “You don’t?”

“Days.” I swallow hard. “Weeks, maybe. I’ve heard rumors.”

“Rumors? No one taught you?”

“I was taught to be a good little virgin.” I twist my mouth ruefully. “Wait for your first heat. That’s when a male will claim you as his mate. Dragons can be…traditional.”

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