Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,72
lose his seal for ten millennia. All that pent-up need had built on itself, century after century.
She wouldn’t visit a volcano that was overdue to blow, yet this demon was supposed to erupt inside her body.
What female wouldn’t cross her legs tight at the thought? Much less a virgin. “If your marriage required you to get clubbed nightly, would you want to stare down the bat beforehand?”
“That analogy isn’t flattering—or accurate. You’ll get clubbed five times a day, minimum.”
“You’re taunting me? Anticipation of a blow is oftentimes worse than the hit.”
“Since I refuse to claim you until I’m asked, that puts you in control. The club is in your hands.” Smirk deepening, he added, “After last night, you’ve got me by the bat.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Calliope, if you ever don’t like something I do, tell me to stop. If you’re not prepared for something, tell me to wait. If you have questions, I welcome them. It’s that simple.” He sounded so . . . reasonable. “Any questions so far?”
Before she could stop herself, she’d asked, “You truly got your dick pierced?”
“I am pierced. Three barbells of hell metal.”
What would make him do that? Had a lover wanted it? A flare of jealousy took her by surprise.
“You look displeased. Come then, firebrand, don’t knock my cock until you’ve thoroughly tried it. Especially since it’s the only one you’ll ever know for the rest of your immortal life.”
“Can’t you let me ease into all this? It’s not as if I’ve spent oodles of time checking out dicks. Disney Wi-Fi is not conducive to exploring porn, much less supersecret Lorean porn.”
He canted his head. “I’ll take you to a pleasure dimension, and you can watch sex live.”
“Really?” How did she feel about that?
“After last night, I’m inclined to take my passionate wife anywhere she pleases.”
Glimpses of what this life could bring proved so seductive. She shook her head hard. He’s a M?ri?r, Lila. Two orgasms couldn’t erase that.
He sat up in bed and stretched his long arms. Even his wings expanded.
She’d bet those felt good to stretch. When his wing claws extended, she wondered if he’d kept them retracted all night.
Casting her a significant look, he said, “I’d love to know what you were dreaming about.”
In between lifelike scenes of licking his nipples and sucking on his neck, she’d dreamed of the fawn again.
She’d been running with it across a green field that turned rocky and ashen. She’d slowed when it neared the edge of a cliff. Some kind of mysterious light had blazed up from below. She’d urged the fawn to come to her—but it’d walked right off the edge.
What was the dream trying to tell her?
Abyssian said, “I wager I was in your reveries.”
Her cheeks heated, busting her.
“Good.” In Demonish, he added, “You’ve been in mine every night for ten millennia.”
His unguarded comments in that tongue gave her valuable insights about him, but eventually she’d have to tell him she spoke Demonish.
She would also need to disclose her royal status. Yet that news might convince him she was more like Karinna than he’d thought, and then he’d throw Lila back into the dreaded tower.
She felt safer overall, but her position here remained dicey. “If you expect me to do . . . queenly things, you should outline them for me so I know how to plan my time.”
“If you’re searching for something to keep you occupied, look no further than this bed. Your queenly duties will be found here.” He patted the mattress beside him.
What have I done? That huge, smirking, smug demon was . . . her husband.
The harsh light of day flooded into the bedroom. Now what? For the first time in her life, she had no idea where to go or what to do. No schedule to maintain, no goals to achieve. The order and structure her fey heart craved was absent. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I. You don’t have to plan your time. You don’t have to do anything. You answer to no one.”
Because she finally had control over her destiny? “No one except you.”
“Yes, but I suspect I’ll be a soft touch where you’re concerned.”
How had her life gotten so derailed? She’d been born and raised for a specific existence, and now she was trapped in another one. The king she’d married was far from the king she’d expected. “Don’t you have ruler stuff to do? I wouldn’t want to keep you from your job. If you need to work late or go on lengthy campaigns, I’ll be