Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,101

much a woman could take and not lose all semblance of self-control), she started to sit down at his feet, noticing that there wasn’t a fluffy floor pillow this time. Was she not a pampered pet any more?

“Pure One,” his dark chocolate voice said softly, stopping her butt’s descent.

“Here.”

She raised her eyes briefly to his before skittering away, not wanting to stare like a love-sick milkmaid. But she did catch his subtle gesture at the seat beside him.

Beside him?

Eveline did a double-take.

Incredibly, she hadn’t noticed the change when she was walking toward him, so focused on his person was she. The gigantic obsidian throne was even more enormous than before. Wider, mostly. It could easily seat three people the size of Ramses. There was a thin, cushioned divider in the middle to designate two seats, with large armrests on the sides.

He wanted her to sit beside him on the throne?

Eveline’s lust-melted mind couldn’t quite grasp the significance.

Happily, because the seat was padded with a comfortable looking leather cushion, she plopped her derriere down and sat.

Murmurs, grumbles and hisses swept through the hall. The Dark nobles were obviously not pleased with this blatant display.

“Silence.”

The low command was followed by ominous vibrations in the floor of the throne room, like the beginnings of a category six earthquake, which had the potential to turn into a category seven and beyond.

Silence immediately descended upon the hall.

A pleasant shiver ran through Eveline. Gracious, but Ramses was sexy when he demonstrated his strength. She couldn’t wait for him to give her some category seven and beyond earthquakes too.

At the same time, the beaten down prudish part of her mind deplored her new nymphomaniac tendencies where her male was concerned, but Eveline staunchly ignored that disapproving inner voice.

She shifted in her seat and squeezed her thighs together. That tremor he created in the hall made the throne feel like a heated massage chair, which only made her core throb harder and her channel get wetter. Completely attuned to the male beside her, she felt his awareness and the subtle tilt of his chin in her direction. Knowing that she had his attention only made Eveline more aroused.

Thankfully, he continued to address his audience, leaving Eveline to simmer helplessly beside him.

“Arria, come forth. Deliver the message from your queen.”

Queen Anya’s right hand stepped away from the throngs into the main aisle to address the king.

“My queen requests the official record of a draw to conclude the Challenge,” the statuesque female said. “It was interrupted prematurely—”

“I’d be happy to continue where I left off,” Ramses broke in. “But your queen’s Champion has been misplaced. Rules dictate that Anya herself takes up the Challenge. At the end of that duel, if it is still a draw, I will consider recording it.”

The messenger blanched, but pressed doggedly on, despite that she looked like she’d eaten rotten fish and would rather be any place but here.

“If the Challenge hadn’t been illegally interrupted,” she aimed a pointed, venomous look at Eveline, “our Champion would have won.”

A thunderous boom echoed through the whole chamber as if the building had been struck by lightning.

Arria paled even further, swallowing in an audible gulp.

“Perhaps I misheard you,” Ramses said silkily. “It was your Champion’s decision to leave the battle halfway through. As witnesses can attest on both sides, I tried to hold him down when he leapt into flight. I then pursued him to Mount St. Helens to finish the fight. In the end, here I sit, upon this throne.”

Eveline nodded in agreement and surreptitiously gave Ramses a thorough once over. Her badass alpha male sat his throne extremely well. Long legs spread, shoulders back, broad chest rising and falling hypnotically with each measured breath.

Her inner hussy growled and licked her chops at the delectable sight.

“Where is your Champion now? Bring him forth, and I shall gladly continue our match. Else, your queen must forfeit and die in his stead.”

“Ramses—” Queen Anya’s Second croaked, her protestation weak.

“A Challenge to the death,” the Dark King continued, cutting her off. “I demand Queen Anya’s head.”

Oh, he was on such a fabulous roll! Eveline thought. And he rhymed twice! She’d be sure to capture his words in the Ecliptic Scrolls afterwards.

“My lord—” a trembling, reedy, pleading tone entered Arria’s voice.

“But since you are here in the cowardly queen’s stead, perhaps I will take yours to assuage my bloodlust and hunt down my prey at a later date.”

Arria visibly shook with fright.

Eveline rather pitied her. But the devilish part of her