At the end of the hall…
Lord Belshazzar rested against a doorframe.
Was he following us?
What…had he overheard?
Did he know this was Nial’s bedroom?
His arms were crossed over his muscular chest.
His eyes slowly glanced between the druid and me.
Gradually, he pushed off the doorframe.
The overlord winked at me, a measured grin curling one side of his plush lips. His light eyes scanned my shocked features once more, holding my wide gaze. Then he was gone before I could breathe.
Unlocking the door, and holding it open, Nial turned back in my direction, inviting me into his room. “Are you coming?”
I blinked ever so slowly, then nodded quickly before the druid could question my behavior, brushing away the overlord’s peculiar, spying actions.
I couldn’t see anything except the clock on the nightstand. He had to have some weird druid bullshit spell going on to keep the room dark. He shut the door behind us, and the dark completely overwhelmed me.
It was disconcerting.
As a vampire, I wasn’t used to being robbed of my sight.
A shiver ran up my spine, freezing cold air rushing around my feet and ankles, slithering up my calves.
Pressing against my back, Nial’s hand took hold of my chin and turned me toward him. His breath passed over my eyes, and the room immediately lightened up, gifting me with the magic to see through his spell—as his magic also kept my breasts entertained.
Although, the gold mist slithering around his floor didn’t disappear. It covered the entire area in its freezing touch. Nial didn’t appear to mind it, but it was entirely unpleasant to my skin—unnatural and magical.
“Undress, Gwen. I don’t want to waste time doing it for you.”
“You’re bossing me around?” I shivered again, rubbing my arms. I was dawdling. I knew it.
Dammit, I could do this.
“Do you want to get laid or not?”
“You’re crude.”
“Because asking for a fuck is so haute?”
“Will you stop with my tits? Goddamn it!”
I tried to swat the magical fingers away as I also attempted to unbutton my shirt. The magic stopped there, but a second later, there was a caress on my pussy.
“That better?” Mocking laughter filled Nial’s voice.
“Are you naked yet, Niallan? You talk about wasting time…”
Strutting around in front of me, he provided proof he was, indeed, naked, and already aroused. I had a moment to admire his physique, and he was nicely made.
He caught me looking, and grinned.
“You’re so damn smug.”
