in his room, and the rustling sound of his clothes hitting the floor as he prepared for his own rest.
The mental picture of his pale, honed body reclined in bed—his cock, thick and hard, pushing up from his pelvis—tormented her imagination and sent a surge of unwanted lust through her. Through the wall, she heard him still, and a low growl echo, stirring her blood and making her skin heat with desire. A lusty groan sounded moments later, followed by a slick sound of flesh slapping together.
Frozen in that spot, she listened, her eyes widening further even as her pussy dripped with her increasing arousal as he grunted with every slap of his fist against what sounded like the base of his shaft. It quickened, as did his heavy grunts and snarls until at last he shouted out with an abrupt bellow of pleasure.
It was only when everything silenced from the other room that she was able to hear her own harsh pants as her fingers (that she hadn’t remembered laying against her clit) worked the nub of flesh harder until she, too, shattered, her breathing hissing out of her as she clenched her teeth against the orgasm sizzling through her blood. Her body spent, she collapsed against the bedding, all too aware of his dark, knowing laughter as it drifted through the wall.
Chapter 9
Diana woke with golden sunlight pouring through one window whose shutters had been thrown wide open. She groaned and threw an arm over her eyes. Who had done such a thing? She knew damn well that when the trolls left, those windows were closed. Rolling to her side, she squinted against the light. A startled gasp left her as she came face to face with the lucomo crouched at the foot of her bed. His strange white eyes she would have believed to be blind if she had seen eyes such as those on any human.
She had no doubt that this wasn’t the case. She was aware of his eyes roving over her, watching her every movement down to the tiniest twitch. There was nothing that she could do that he wouldn’t see and be fully aware of. His freaky gray pupils expanded. The speculative pinch to his brows and lips made her even more uncomfortable. She cleared her throat as she brushed the sleep-tangled mess of her hair fully out of her face.
“What did you say you are… a silvani?” she asked conversationally. Anything to get him to stop staring at her so disconcertingly.
“Silvanus,” he corrected in a bland tone as he straightened and dropped silently to the floor. “That would be the singular term, although at times there are those who call me silvani because I am the first of all silvani, and others who merely call me Silvanus for similar reasons. It truly varies and, in the end, is inconsequential.”
“And they are all here?”
He arched a pale eyebrow and smirked. “Don’t be absurd. Why would they be? They all have their own territories, typically at the edges of the Eternal Forest where it intersects with your world. They concern themselves with keeping the forest healthy and the wildlife propagating. It would be ridiculous to keep them all here at my court. It gets bad enough with all the nymphs that like to make themselves at home here.”
Diana wondered just what it was about nymphs that he didn’t care for.
“We have much to do today,” he said brusquely. “Follow me. I will show you where you can attend to your needs.”
The lucomo strode out the door, leaving her with little choice other than to follow him so she wouldn’t be left behind. She was glad that she did within minutes of leaving exiting through his room. Nothing looked familiar, although she had been observant the night before. The general layout seemed to be the same, but it was like someone had gone over it with a large brush, altering textures, colors, and the plant life that clung to the large stone walls. She was even certain that she saw a few new branches of hallways that she didn’t recall seeing before.
She came close to losing him twice when she became distracted staring at a wall that moved before her eyes, and only glanced up in time to catch a glimpse of his tail as he rounded a corner. Diana sure as hell didn’t want to get lost in a place that seemed to change on a whim, whose halls were prowled by impossible and