This man was delicious. Fucking perfect.
I tightened my arms and held him closer.
His deep and soft groan curled my toes.
The Overlord possessed me at that moment.
I was his. He was mine.
We were at peace. In our own realm of rightness.
Lord Belshazzar tapered his caresses off in slow increments. He kissed the tip of my nose and pressed his forehead against mine again, his thick hair continuing to shade us in a dark cloud. Our lungs pumped just as hard as our one heartbeat and our breaths puffed against each other’s damp lips. His blink was languid and sexually satisfied as he stared into my eyes.
He whispered, “Forgiven?”
I nodded, rubbing my forehead against his.
The Overlord kept his arms around me, just holding my gaze until he eventually rested us more comfortably against the back of his chair. Our faces separated as I ducked my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. I wiggled even closer against him, burrowing against his warmth. I couldn’t see his expression, but suddenly, he barked, “I swear to the sun and the stars and my blood, if you jackasses don’t find someplace else to park your intrusive interloping,I will ruin you.” Not even a second later, he grumbled, “About fucking time.”
I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to deal with the other Overlords and hummed in approval when Lord Belshazzar fixed the blanket around me that had slipped down off my shoulder with sharp jerks of his hands—very irritated at having the other lords around to witness anything personal between us.
“I’d like for the record to show that I did not—in any way, shape, or form—watch that display,” Lord Cato sputtered from far off to the side. It sounded like he was hiding underneath his blanket on his bed, his voice muffled. “Sex doesn’t bother me in the slightest…but that fucking did. Try not to do that around me again. Please.”
My lips trembled. “Forgot about him.”
“Obviously,” my father hissed.
“How about this then, Lord Cato? The next time you want to have sex at a Blood Rite, you don’t do it where I can walk by at any time.” I paused, listening to his instant groan. “Yes? I thought you might agree.”
Lord Belshazzar’s chest abruptly shook against me as he chuckled quietly. He tilted his face toward mine, his growing black whiskers tickling my forehead. The Overlord kissed the top of my head, mumbling against my hair, “Do you want to go to bed now or wait for dinner to arrive?”
I yawned and snuggled against him, tightening my arms around his neck. “I don’t care. Whatever you want. As long as you think he’ll actually feed us in the morning.”
“He will. I spoke with him about it.” He kissed the top of my head again. “The prick won’t starve us.”
The Overlord held me more snugly and stood to his feet, supporting me against his muscular body. I didn’t even move or open my eyes. My feet and blanket dangled over his arm while he walked to our bed. He laid me down gently and crawled in next to me.
Lord Belshazzar piled the blankets around us. “Try to sleep on your side of the bed tonight.”
I snorted. “Not going to happen.”
I rolled and plastered myself against him.
He held still for a long moment, and then pulled one of my legs over his. His warm palm gripped my thigh in a pleasant show of possessiveness. “Good night, Gwen.”
“Night, Bel.” I grinned.
Chapter Twenty-One
~ Kimber ~
The shadows seemed to be darker than most.
Rilen made sure of that.
I was cloaked head to toe in black, and the cowl was deep enough to hide my face, even in some brighter lights.
Master Dorian sat in the common room reading, ignoring me in the corner.
