Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,91
never been in a real relationship, just wanted to explore it a little more. She drummed up a question: “Why did you move the trophy? It must have hung on that wall since the first days of this castle.”
“The L?tān served his watch commendably, but my wife is not a fan. So off he goes.” The demon pinned her gaze. “Just because I don’t adapt well doesn’t mean I’m incapable of it. I will adjust to sharing my life. As you’re adjusting to sharing yours.”
The great king of hell was trying. That sense of hope hit her with all the finesse of a charging hellhound.
“There’s your soft look, the one that twists my horns into knots. I’m defenseless against it.”
Was a soft look all it took to manage him? Maybe this big dominant beast could be tempted by sweet things.
“But, Calliope, I too ask for patience. It will take me time to get this right. I want you to give me some leeway.”
“Like a get-out-of-jail-free card?”
A lock of hair tumbled over one of his eyes. “I suppose you could say that.”
“I’ll give you a card if you give me one too.” Or an entire deck.
“Agreed,” he said. “On that note, I have a wedding gift for you.”
She popped upright. “Ooh, what is it, what is it?” A rock? Emeralds?
He sat up and conjured a weird-looking . . . wand thingy? “Here.” He handed it to her.
She accepted the strange piece. It looked kind of fey in origin. “I . . . thank you.” She was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but she did wonder what message he wanted to convey with such an unromantic present.
“I was guided to give you that. Graven kept putting it in my path.”
“What do you mean?”
“With jewels in mind for my new bride, I traced to one of the castle’s rooms, a chamber I remembered for its copious riches. The area was empty except for this: a scepter wrought of gold and Titanian steel.”
Titanian? The Ancestors’ Sword had been forged of that metal.
Abyssian continued, “Not exactly what I’d had in mind. So I went to a second room. Again, I found it empty except for the scepter. The third room was the same. Graven wanted you to have it.” He curled his finger under her chin. “Calliope, never refuse the castle more than three times.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “My father told my brother and me this rule. Even he didn’t understand Graven. Which meant even he feared what it is capable of.”
She glanced around, wondering what her new home had in mind for her. “How would a fey scepter end up in a demon castle?”
“With Graven, who knows?”
“Thank you for the gift, demon.” She leaned forward to press her lips against his cheek. “Will you put this on the mantel?” She handed him the scepter.
With a nod, he rose, unfolding the long length of his body. She’d seen his ass in the shower, but she hadn’t gotten a view like this.
My, my, my. Sculpted rock-hard muscles flexed with each of his steps. In the shower, when she’d been on her knees giving him another blowjob, she’d dug her nails into those muscles; he’d cradled her face with shaking hands and stared down into her eyes, rasping in Demonish, “How I’ve yearned for you . . .”
On his return to the bed, he treated her to even more magnificence.
Her gaze traveled up his lean body, lingering on his sigh-worthy dick, roving over the chiseled ridges of his torso, before settling on his smirking face.
He joined her in bed, then situated her in his wings. “My jealous hell queen can’t get enough of me.”
Fighting a grin, she turned over, giving him her back. “Shut it, you smug prick.”
He clasped her waist, drawing her against him. At her ear, he said, “If I even look at other females in front of you, I’ll be endangering lives. My Lila does not share her toys.”
“Fuck off, demon.”
She dozed off to the sound of his chuckle.
Over this night, the female in Sian’s arms had delivered more bliss than he’d known existed.
As he stroked her shining hair, her breaths were deep and even. His young mate needed more sleep than he did.
Hours passed, but he found it difficult to close his eyes. He was half convinced this must all be a dream.
A hundred things had rendered him dumbstruck tonight. Among them: when she’d gazed at him with desire and told him she understood why women fought over him.