Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,87
share his bed? After she’s ruined me?
Giving himself a shake, he said, “You know what—it doesn’t godsdamned matter what you want.” He stood, staring down at her. “I won’t share you, and you will not share me. There will be no others for either of us. I demand total fidelity.”
She gazed up at him. “You’re the one who told me to expect the opposite!”
“I said careless things to get a rise out of you. I haven’t been with another since you came to this castle.”
“Now I know you’re lying. You roared right after I arrived, and it sounded sexual.”
“Oh, it was.”
Her lips thinned. “So I heard you coming with someone else.”
Could she actually be . . . jealous? The possibility made his heart thunder. “Did you know that I got your silk shift from the Sorceri?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“I roared because I was stroking off with your godsdamned shift giving me the scent I needed. You heard me pleasuring myself to memories of our first kiss all those eons ago.”
The pulse point in her throat fluttered. “Really?” she asked, her anger seeming to dissipate.
By all the gods, she had been jealous! She hadn’t been pining over a fiancé; she’d been bristling. “I inherited that harem with the crown, but I have no desire to bed someone because she sees it as her duty. I’ve never been with any of them.”
“You made it sound like you had. You said they catered to your every filthy desire.”
“At our dinner, I enjoyed getting a rise out of you. Otherwise, my pride made me goad you,” he admitted. “Calliope, I already released those females earlier. You and I have issues between us—but infidelity will never be one of them. You’ve gotten yourself a very faithful husband.”
At least that would always remain constant. Unlike my appearance . . .
Lila thought back to the first time Abyssian had mentioned a harem. Oh, yeah. It’d been right after she’d scoffed at the idea of sleeping with him.
She’d stung the demon king’s pride, so he’d reacted with a lie. This again made him seem . . . normal.
With all the lies she’d told, she could hardly be upset about his.
Had he truly used her lingerie to masturbate? She would have liked to see him, naked, stroking his hard length. . . .
She peered up at his proud face. His gaze glimmered in the firelight, filled with hunger and promising wicked things.
Things only she would get to enjoy.
Her jealousy vanished, and in its place rose an undeniable lust for him. He’d said all the right things, sending her back to where she’d been before she’d read the invitation.
“Your irises are bright teal. Are you relieved I’m all yours?”
She lifted one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“You were jealous!” He looked delighted.
Chin jutting, she said, “I’m proud, and I respect myself.”
His eyes grew lively. “My fey mate refuses to share me with others, and she’ll let me know her wishes forcefully.”
She sighed. “What are you talking about?”
“Would I have gotten a glass of wine in the face if you hadn’t been bristling? You snapped those lovely thighs closed because my mouth is to pleasure you alone. Message received, little wife.”
She hadn’t thought he could look smugger than this morning. Wrong.
“You will never have reason to bar those gates again.”
“Very well. I was jealous.” She blew a curl out of her eyes. “Are you done now?”
He shook his head, his lips curving. “Oh, not by a league.”
“While you’re busy gloating, I can go masturbate.”
“Ah-ah.” He pressed closer to her. “Not a chance. I was a tongue’s touch from where I’d kill to be. Now that I’ve soothed your anger, I want to soothe other parts of you.”
Curiosity seized her, and she uncrossed her arms. “Okay.”
His delight deepened. “My fey mate loves her pleasure. And my jealous hell queen won’t share me. I’m a very happy male.”
He was never going to let her live this down. But she could take his ribbing.
He pressed his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. Then he grazed his lips along her neck, to her breasts, to her navel. . . . He rubbed a horn against her torso, murmuring, “Want my scent on you.”
She was panting by the time he took his seat once more.
“I’m truly about to taste my female.” He was usually so arrogant, but in this, he let down his guard. “I’ll have you in nothing but those garters and hose.” With one claw he sliced off the remains of her dress,