spindle was jutting from his throat?
“What the fuck is this?” With her speed, she’d struck him multiple times, like a little viper! Lust dwindling, he pulled out the spindle. “Stupid female! Do you really think something like this could hurt me?”
“No. Which is why I coated the point with freshly milked spider venom.”
His lips parted. This amount of venom wouldn’t kill an immortal, but she didn’t know that! Was she trying to murder him?
“If you strike out at me, I’ll hit you twice as hard!” With a haughty smile, she kicked a piece of wood at the railing. A handle?
A line constricted around his ankle. He met her gaze for a split second. “You bitch—”
His feet . . . yanked out from under him . . .
Some force had flung his body over the railing and off the terrace. Stunned realization: this was the first time an enemy had landed a blow against him—in ages.
Too astounded to react, he plunged toward the river.
The king’s expression right before he went over the edge was one of the most rewarding sights Lila had ever witnessed. But her satisfaction didn’t last long.
Swoop . . . swoop . . . swoop . . .
The sound of his wings reached her ears. “Oh, shit.” He was flying back.
The venom hadn’t slowed him down at all! Now what?
He reached the terrace’s height, then hovered menacingly before her, his fangs bared. Those monstrous wings extended, slowly sculling the air to hold him aloft. His fists clenched, his onyx eyes promising pain.
Fuck! Where to run?? As she whirled around toward the interior, she heard him land behind her.
Her gaze rose to the roof overhang above the terrace. If she could reach it before he caught her, she could scrabble across the roof, then down another side of the tower, fire vines or not. She had no other option.
Pumping her arms, she sprinted across the stone. She vaulted for the overhang, pulling herself up—
His roughened hand clamped her ankle. He tugged on her leg, but she clawed to hang on, kicking at him. As she dangled, he wrapped his arms around her body, his head level with her waist. His face pressed against her midriff.
She couldn’t fight from this position, could only squirm, which made his lips graze her belly. His warm breaths ghosted over her damp skin.
Each sweep of his lips seemed to weaken her resistance. The unyielding muscles of his chest and arms flexed, his skin so hot against hers. When she shivered from the sensations, he groaned.
He’d trapped her utterly, was now supporting her. What was he going to do? She couldn’t see—
His tongue flicked her skin.
She froze, stunned. His rumbling growl made her belly tighten.
When he dipped his tongue to her navel, her lids went heavy. Damn him, it wasn’t unpleasant. She couldn’t see his wrathful face, could only hear him and feel. . . .
He adjusted his grip, moving his hands. She jolted again. Under her panties, he cradled her ass, each of his splayed fingers heating her skin like a brand.
With another groan, he rubbed his face against her, then his horns. Reminded that a barbaric demon king was groping her, she brought her knee up. “Stop this!”
He kept kissing, didn’t seem to have heard her. Still holding her aloft, he removed one hand. What is he going to do with that hand?
Her eyes went wide when he hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties and began to lower them. . . .
THIRTEEN
Against all reason, the fey’s attack had only fueled Sian’s arousal.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this alive. His heart pumped; his breaths heaved. Her scent and taste put him into a lather. When he’d first cradled her taut ass in his palms, he’d feared he would spontaneously come.
In this state, drawing down her panties and licking between her silken thighs seemed the perfect idea. Licking his mate till she came upon his pointed tongue—
“Stop this, demon!”
He nuzzled below her navel. Stop?
She’d begun squirming again. “You said you weren’t a villain.”
Comprehension hit him. With a will he’d never known he possessed, he somehow relinquished his prize, lowering her down his body. Her skin rubbed his pierced nipples, her mons sliding past his swollen cock.
He shuddered when he set her on her feet.
As she backed away, she stared at his groin. His shaft strained against his leather pants, his balls aching like they’d been struck with a forge hammer.
She looked spooked—but her own nipples were hard.
Gods almighty. When