Cato’s lips twitched, breaking the tension in the room. “Ignore Lord Belshazzar’s surliness. He did the same as you tonight, and, apparently, it wasn’t as pleasant as your experience.”
“Fuck you.” The overlord glowered at him.
“And I thought you preferred redheads.” Cato raised his hands, laughing softly. His eyes returned to me, faking a whisper, “Normally, he’s not this grumpy after a work-fuck with a beautiful woman with red locks.”
My eyelashes fluttered as I blinked. Twice.
Lord Xenon and Cato started chatting together about Lord Belshazzar’s exploits with—many—redheads in the past, tossing bantering comments at him every so often.
“Do you want me to remind you of your exploits?” Lord Belshazzar growled quietly in warning. “Because there have been just as many. Some of them have been damn memorable too, you twats.”
I turned, my shoulders stiff, and poured whiskey into my drink until the liquid reached the top of my mug. With my mouth shut and my eyes down on my drink on the counter—while the three continued to badger each other—I merely shoved the bottle over my shoulder.
When it wasn’t immediately taken, I wiggled it in irritation.
The bottle was jerked from my hand…and a blue-eyed demon’s voice, barely audible, rumbled in my ear, “You still smell like him. His cum is leaking out of you right now.”
I turned my head to the side, sniffed once, inhaling deeply. I snarled with quiet fury. “At least I took a shower. Her pussy juice is still on your face.”
My mouth snapped shut. My eyes flew wide.
I stared in utter shock at the white cabinet in front of me. My entire body didn’t move, no air entered or escaped my lungs. I might as well be in Rest right now.
Whereas the overlord had simply been informing me, helping keep my time tonight a secret, I had just reacted like a jealous harpy.
Was I jealous?
Was I?
I digested my feelings, nibbling on my bottom lip.
A redhead. His magic damn cock inside her…
His sculpted body moving over hers, glistening with sweet sweat. Each muscle bulging as he moved.
My eyes flashed red…
Oh. Fuck.
I was jealous. And I hadno rightto be.
Overlords were not on the goddamn menu.
I grabbed my mug in a hurry, and quickly skedaddled from the kitchen, barely managing a wave over my shoulder to the others. Once out of their sight, I was racing down the hallways to my bedroom.
What the hell had just happened?
I never thought this day would come, but it was quite possible I needed to take my jackass father’s advice. I never imagined he would be right—on any subject. But the squishy, stupid heart had no place in politics. And Lord Belshazzar and I were definitely in the political arena together, as were Master Nial and I.
I slammed my door behind me and rested my back against it. My gaze caught on the mug I had in my hand. I’d managed to keep from spilling even a drop of the liquid inside. I exhaled a shaky sigh and took a large gulp from my cup, allowing my head to fall back against the door. I closed my eyes, attempting to calm my racing heart, letting the alcohol warm me from the inside out.
I needed to regroup. To focus on my mission.
Lord Belshazzar was off limits.
One night of pleasure, no matter how fantastic…and perfect…it had been, did not make his cock mine.
Master Nial had no hold on my heart.
