Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,45
deep-seated sofa, his arms spread casually on the back of it.
“Do we have a bargain?”
Fuck.
He’d missed what she wanted from him in return for her proposal. He decided to negotiate anyway.
“Half,” he threw out. “I’ll consider giving you half.”
She came closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, squashing her generous double-D bosom against his chest.
“Half of you? Shall I bring a saw and start cutting?”
Oh.
That.
He’d managed to avoid whoring his body out over the past five days; it was probably overdue. He tried to treat it as he always did, with impersonal nonchalance, but acid flooded his throat at the mere prospect, and his chest squeezed painfully.
Determinedly, he swallowed down this unfamiliar hollow feeling and tilted his lips up at Valentina.
“I’m not for sale, Valentina, you know that very well. I rule alone. But if it’s the temporary loan of my body you are seeking for your cooperation, you have one hour to make the most of it. I’ll be generous and allow you access to the lower half.”
“Hmm,” she hummed against his ear, licking his lobe, “but I like the top half so very much. Give me three-quarters instead of half.”
She tried to kiss her way from his jaw to his mouth.
He turned his face away before she could.
“Keep negotiating, you’ll get one-quarter, and it might not be the quarter you want,” he warned. “You better get busy. The clock is ticking.”
With alacrity, she got busy, straddling his thighs, while her hands tore at his trousers.
Ramses willed himself to get hard, even as more acid spread through his throat, making it hard to swallow and breathe.
He didn’t understand what he was feeling. It was just his body. His cock. His sex.
It didn’t mean anything.
Unbidden, the image of Eveline lying beneath him, their eyes locked, her face flushed with rapture, flashed before him. The way she looked when he’d selfishly taken his pleasure in her mouth would forever be seared into his memory.
She’d loved it. She’d wanted him. Not just his body. His cock. His sex.
She’d craved him.
He’d wanted her too. So much, he couldn’t control himself. He’d let her inside him, as he’d never done with anyone before. In more ways than one.
He didn’t want Valentina. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want her eyes, hands or mouth on his body. He steeled himself against the reflexive revulsion.
It was business, he reminded himself. It wasn’t personal.
“Perhaps I need to kiss it awake,” the vampire queen said, a hint of displeasure in her tone.
Shit.
His staff refused to rise. It wasn’t even half hard. As this had never happened before in the whole of Ramses’ experience, he could only blink down at himself, nonplussed.
They were both looking down at his exposed, uncooperative manhood when a none-too-subtle throat clearing made them snap their heads up in unison.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Eveline said from a few feet away, her squinty eyes and militant expression saying exactly the opposite of her words—
She so hoped she was interrupting.
“You are,” Valentina barked out, her beautiful face lined with annoyance.
“Get out.”
“What do you want, Keeper?” Ramses spoke at the same time.
Eveline’s brows lowered at his reference to her temporary title.
Did she want him to call her “little sprite” instead?
“I heard there were important negotiations going on. I thought I could help.”
“You can. Get out,” the vampire queen repeated.
Ramses shifted his body so that Valentina was essentially bucked off of him, but left his trousers undone, his groin partially exposed.
Eveline’s eyes zeroed in on his crotch, as the expression on her face turned downright murderous.
Fascinating.
“How do you propose to help?” he asked curiously, though the short hairs on the back of his neck tingled with warning.
Run away! His sense of self-preservation practically shouted. The Wicked Witch of the West has arrived!
Ramses frowned at himself and shook his head to clear it.
Surely, he was not feeling threatened, was he? Not by a slight slip of a red-headed female. And a librarian at that!
Eveline slowly turned toward Valentina, who was now sprawled angrily on the sofa beside Ramses. The Pure Ones’ Seer curled her lips rather scarily into the fakest smile Ramses had ever seen.
“Well, I notice that your lady friend has a severe case of Superba Tetraodontiformes, also known as the swelling pufferfish syndrome,” Eveline explained to Ramses, though she kept her dagger-like glare on queen Valentina.
“W-what?” the other woman croaked, holding a hand to her throat.
Eveline drew closer until she stared down into the concerned queen’s eyes.
“Oh yes, I’m afraid I smelled it all