Page 148 of His Eternal Claim

I burst out laughing, and Zagreus remains completely serious. “He was serious.”

That only makes me laugh harder. His expression darkens. “You’re not helping your case.”

“Oh, come on.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

His eye twitches, and I flutter my lashes. “Please.”

“Selene.”

“Please.”

“You’re twenty-seven years old.”

“Please.”

“You’re about to become a Mother for the fourth time.”

“Please.”

His jaw clenches, and I fight back a grin. He points at me. “That look.”

“What look?”

“That manipulative look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

“I’m innocent.”

“Come here.” The command sends low vibrations that travel straight down my spine and pool between my thighs.

I walk around the desk, my hips swaying intentionally.

The second I’m within reach, his large, scarred hands wrap around my waist. He yanks me onto his lap, his fingers digging into my skin.

His palm slides beneath the gown, searingly hot against my bare stomach. Like it always does. Like he’s checking. Making sure we’re both still there.

“You’re ridiculous,” I murmur, my breath hitching as his thumb hooks into the waistband of my lace underwear, pulling me flush against the rigid length already stretching the fabric of his trousers.

“You’re reckless.”