I shouldn’t be doing this now. I brought her out here to use my magic on her. Nobody would notice if I compelled her to hide behind the shrubbery and touch herself while she waited for me to get the information I came here for.
Ishouldbe finding a secluded place to have her wait for me instead of leering over her like a damned animal. But all I can focus on is how soft her sex is as I slide two fingers inside. “You’re fucking soaked,” I breathe, stroking her walls.
She whimpers, and it’s my new favourite sound. “Please… faster…” she moans.
I happily oblige, curling my fingers around her sweet spot.
Chatter from behind me makes my shoulders tense. Others have wandered out from the ballroom into the clearing. Drawing closer to her, I use my shoulders to shield her from the crowd.
“Let them see,” she moans, and my eyes widen. “I want them to watch this.” She hooks her thigh around my waist, rolls onto her tiptoes, and presses her lips against mine.
I groan. My hand drops to her waist, pulling her against me.
“That’s it,” she breathes. “They’re watching.” Her words wash over me. I lift her up the wall. She gasps as my third finger eases into her.
“Fuck,” I snarl when she grinds her hips against mine. Letting my head fall against her shoulder, I bask in her scent.
“Oh Stars…” she sighs.
My cock throbs. Fuck leaving her out here. Removing my fingers, I go to loosen my breeches when a woman screams behind me.
“Call the guards!”
I tense, lifting my head from her shoulder.
“Whoops,” she whispers, out of breath. “May have gone a little too far.”
Reality slams into me, and I turn around. People surround us. In the centre are two women wearing gold puffy gowns, their mouths wide open.
Princesses. Horrified princesses.
“Shit,” I murmur.
“It’s time for me to go.” My little monster fixes her skirt and edges along the wall away from me. “Thanks, handsome.” She gives me one last wink before slipping through the crowd. I lunge after her, but she’s gone already.
“What were you doing to her?” one of the princesses – tall with brown skin and tightly curled hair – cries out to me.
“Guards!” the other princess with long blonde hair yells frantically.
I don’t have time for this. Ignoring them, I push through the crowd. She’s not getting away that easily. If she wants to be chased, I’ll fucking chase her.
Kennix blocks my path. “Lord Tauren!” he blurts. “I tried to stall him, but he realised his guards were gone and panicked. He’s spoken to Sol. The palace guards know we’re here for him. They’re protecting him. We have to go?—”
“I don’t care.” I try to shove past him to get inside. I need to find her. But Kennix pushes me back.
“Sol will not take kindly to us threatening his ally. We can’t stay here anymore. It’s not worth the risk.” Behind him, the ballroom is just as lively as it was, with dancing couples twirling over the floor. But I don’t miss the increased number of guards now lining the walls, or the way Sol is barking orders at a group of soldiers.
Demons are not at war with this kingdom, but Kennix is right. If Sol believes Elheart is under attack from my court, he’ll make a salt circle around the ballroom. I need to get my soldiers out, and fast.
“Damn it.” I want to put my fist through the nearest window. “Give the signal for the others to retreat. The mission is over. There’ll be other balls.” Unlikely. But I can’t think about that bastard lord right now. All I can think about are those two dark eyes.
“Are you alright, sire?” Kennix studies me. “What happened out here? Who was that girl?”
I steady my breathing, trying to think of anything other than the taste of her rosebud lips. “I don’t know,” I mutter.
But I’m going to find out. And when I do, I’ll tame that bratty attitude right out of her.
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