Unable to contain myself anymore, I pressed my lips against his. Under the hem of my dress, his fingers tightened on my flesh. He kissed me back slowly, deliciously, his tongue brushing against mine. When he pulled away from the kiss, my heart was racing out of control. I ached for him. And if all of this was happening in front of other people—that wasn’t my fault. That was Mortana’s fault.
I could feel everyone watching us now, but to my shock, I found that I actually didn’t care.
He moved his mouth close to my ear. “Why do I get the feeling that you want more?” His deep purr made me melt into him.
I could feel my cheeks heating. “Just doing my job,” I whispered back.
The brush of his fingertips was a slow, maddening touch that left a trail of heat in its wake, now near my panties. I felt as if there was something reverent in the way he was touching me, and my core pulsed, aching for him. Slowly, he moved his hands over my panties, brushing his fingertip down the front. I gasped at the sensation. I was sure that he could feel exactly how turned on I was through the silk, and I felt my cheeks going redder. From him, I heard a quiet growl that seemed to reverberate over my skin.
I should probably stop this now. Succubus or not, I wasn’t going to fuck him right here in front of a crowd.
“I think that’s enough,” I whispered.
When he pulled his hand away from me, out of my dress, I rose from his lap. I felt my cheeks and chest flushed with heat as I looked around, seeing everyone’s judgmental eyes on me. Nama looked like she was about to crush the glass she was holding.
But there was her demon mark—a byzantine golden symbol that beamed from her forehead.
Several females gaped at me, seething, their marks blazing. One had the mark of a serpent, the other a triangular shape. It seemed that Nama wasn’t the only one who had designs on Orion.
But Lydia and the king? The ones I actually hoped to see? No demon marks on display.
I was still catching my breath when I caught the king’s eye. That had gone a little far, hadn’t it? But I’d gotten what I’d wanted—his attention.
He crossed over to me swiftly, his eyes dark as night, pale hair draped over his velvet suit. His jaw was set tight, and he boxed me in until my back was against a column. He pressed his hands on either side of my head, his crown gleaming in the lights of the bar.
My heart skipped a beat. I’d definitely gotten his attention.
His stance was possessive, dominating. And since I was supposed to be an ancient and powerful demon, I couldn’t shrink from it. “I hope you will find your new accommodations in the Asmodean Ward to your liking. I had my mortal servants working day and night to get it in good condition. I had my best magicians working on it, too. I can give you anything you desire.”
I smiled serenely. “I haven’t had a chance to see it yet. I was at Orion’s apartment earlier.”
His muscles visibly tensed. “Why be with a duke when you could be with a king?” He sounded almost pleading. This was driving him mad. “I don’t understand.”
I looked into his chiseled features. “I could be with a king?”
“Don’t you remember, in those days when you were with my father,” he said through gritted teeth, “don’t you remember how much I wanted you?”
Of course. Motivated by jealousy, the little prince wanted what his father had. The succubus mistress.
“Did you?” I asked with a smile. “It seems so long ago. It’s just that I notice Orion more. He pays so much attention to me. He tells me things, all about himself. You haven’t really told me about yourself. It’s hard for me to desire someone unless I know what makes him vulnerable.”
Over his shoulder, I could see Lydia fuming. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her mark.
“Tomorrow,” he replied. “I’m having a party in my penthouse suite in the Tower of Baal. You must be there. I will not take no for an answer. Come by yourself. There’s no reason to bring the duke.”
But the duke, paradoxically, was the key to his affections. All my power over the king depended on his jealousy.
“I’d love to come, but Orion will be joining me. Once you tell me more about yourself, we can get to know each other better.”
He nodded curtly, then dropped his hands. With the look he was giving me, I had the sense that he didn’t hear “no” often. “Fine. Bring the duke,” he muttered. “He isn’t a threat to me.”
Good news for Orion’s spy mission: the king wasn’t a very good liar.