Inferno of Darkness (Divisa Huntress #2) - J.L. Weil Page 0,58

the last thing I should be doing was wishing I could lock the damn door and beg Ashor to take me right here against the wall.

There was much for us to discuss, and all I wanted to do was keep on kissing him. My priorities were seriously fucked-up, but after months of being separated from my mate, this impulse to be as close to him as a person could get wouldn’t be subdued. My fingers dipped under his shirt, running up over his flat lower stomach where a whorl of tattoos spread over his skin. “You just can’t kiss me every time I want to talk to you,” I murmured.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “But it’s so effective.”

“So is my knee to your groin, but I don’t unman you every time you piss me off.”

His chuckle was soft and cool on my face. “I kissed you not to silence you, but to calm the turmoil both our demons are feeling. I kissed you because I needed to feel you. I kissed you to steady us both.”

My heart flipped. “Fine. I get it. But if you keep kissing me like that, we’re going to spend the whole night in bed.”

Firm hands gripped my ass. “I hope so.” He lifted me up, and I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He carried me across the room, setting us both down on the large bed that filled the center of the room, the fluffy mattress absorbing our combined weight.

I resituated myself on his lap, watching his violet eyes flare. The look there said I better talk fast, because he had other plans for my lips. “We need to talk,” I said, flattening my palms on his chest and pressing slightly. “Then maybe we can do other stuff.”

“You have my attention.” His fingers said otherwise as they roamed and traced over me leisurely. Those smoldering eyes watched my lips with dark hunger that caused my body to flush.

Be strong, Lexi. And I was the one who was supposed to be part sex demon. “Why are you really here? I don’t believe the queen could have imprisoned you, not unless you wanted it. I know about the oath you made with your mother. You have an agenda.”

Not an ounce of surprise flickered through his features. “I always have an agenda. It’s what makes us royals, royal. Besides, it’s best we let Verena think she has the upper hand.”

“And does she? Have the upper hand?” We were in her house, guarded round the clock. No matter what Ashor had planned, there were still risks. Shit could hit the fan. And considering who I was dealing with… it wasn’t a matter of if but when all hell broke loose.

It was coming. I could feel it, despite the prince trying to mask his web of deception from me. When dealing with a queen bee like Kali, someone was bound to get the shit stung out of them. I just prayed to god it wasn’t Angel or Verena. If the Queen of Darkness poisoned either one of them with her venom, it would be the beginning of an underworld takeover, which would bleed into the mortal world.

I shuddered to think what someone like Kali could do with all that power.

His gaze flicked just above my head before returning to mine. “It still looks good on you.”

My lips turned down. “You can’t avoid all my questions.”

Soft and luscious lips caressed mine, tasting like the ocean during winter. “Why talk when there are so many other more enjoyable things to be doing?” His mouth captured mine again, and I gave myself another moment of pleasure to enjoy the feel of it, but I didn’t let myself sink in—not like I terribly wanted to.

Under my palm, his heartbeat quickened. Dazed, I remembered his words. “What looks good on me?” I asked, circling back to his comment.

“My crown.”

I rolled my eyes. “So I’ve been told. How about you take this thing back?” I lifted my hands to take the crown and put it back where it rightfully belonged.

His fingers wrapped around my wrists midair, drawing them away from the crown to nestle against his chest. He shook his head. “I don’t think so, luv. I like it where it is. Besides, I have others. Royalty perks.”

“So you haven’t been disowned?”

A grin of pure wickedness appeared. “I’m her only true heir. My mother wouldn’t dare disown me.”

Thrones of Hell weren’t necessarily inherited. They were more often than not