and exhaling gradually, his own body tensed against mine, but his warm palm began to gently rub once more. “It’s not serious, Lana. It’s not what you’re thinking.” He shrugged a shoulder, his body barely beginning to relax. “When you live as long as I have, you do build a certain trust with certain individuals. Ones you can allow into your bed. She and I trust each other, that’s it. There are no romantic feelings there. It’s purely about pleasure and respect between us.”
My brows puckered. “She’s not the jealous sort?”
He shook his head. “No. She knows I want nothing serious.”
King Balar didn’t move to argue, so I took that as an honest answer, and after a few more minutes, I asked casually, “Do you two have any idea why Angel boy had to leave so suddenly today?” He had been pulled away by his King during a conversation with me in the buffet line, then he had left the premise soon after.
Neither spoke.
“Did either of you have anything to do with it?”
King Balar cleared his throat after a moment, stating, “It was time for him to go home. He would have only gotten hurt in this exchange. I asked King Sephove for a personal favor. If the boy tried anything with you again, he was to send him packing.” He shrugged his shoulder. “King Sephove held up to it.”
I stayed quiet, tapping my fingers on King Jerome’s shoulder.
I sighed quietly.
Tapped my fingers a bit more. Waiting.
King Jerome snorted softly. “Yes, I knew what he was doing. I agreed with it. King Balar and I decided it was best for him to talk to King Sephove. Whereas I have trusted allies, he has his own, and King Sephove is one of them.”
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered crossly, slapping King Jerome’s shoulder first, then King Balar’s hip behind me. “You do not get to choose who the hell I sleep with.” I shook my head a few times, aggravated.
King Jerome snickered—a bit arrogantly. “You’re cute when you get angry.”
King Balar grunted, sounding amused. “She slapped us. Like she was swatting a fly.”
“Shut up. Both of you. Before you really piss me off.”
King Jerome hummed softly, and pulled his hand out from behind me, placing it under my chin, tipping my head back, the timber of his voice deepening as he whispered, “Get ready to be pissed off, because I’ve been dying to do this since the moment I saw you.” I froze, the breath rushing out of me when he dipped his head, and his satin soft wide lips landed on mine, dragging gradually as he tilted his head, pressing more firmly as his lips stroked over mine in unhurried caresses.
My body trembled ever so slightly, and my ears instantly pointed at the tops. I hesitantly kissed him back, wanting to feel his lips more thoroughly. A soft sigh escaped past my lips, even as he groaned deeply inside his chest, it vibrating against mine. He swiftly cupped my cheeks, holding my head steady as a crash of thunder shook the window in my bedroom, his heated lips running over mine even more hungrily when mine met each of his slow glides. Rising on a straightened arm, he pressed me onto my back, leaning over me, biting deliciously at my bottom lip until I opened for him. His slick and warm tongue glided inside my mouth to meet mine and rubbed sensually in a way that I arched off the bed, pressing myself against him; the thunder crashed and came in beating pulses against the window.
Though, we both paused when we felt a simmering of heavy Demon power simmering quietly in the air. It felt potent and dangerous as hell. Then King Jerome snapped his head back from my lips, breathing heavily, his gaze flying from mine to the silently deadly man lying on his side, pressed against us, watching us.
With the moonlight illuminating the room, their gazes held.
King Jerome bared his teeth before he slowly slid down my body to lift the hem of my shirt. He began kissing along my trembling flat abdomen. His gaze gradually lowered from King Balar’s to
My brows puckered. “She’s not the jealous sort?”
He shook his head. “No. She knows I want nothing serious.”
King Balar didn’t move to argue, so I took that as an honest answer, and after a few more minutes, I asked casually, “Do you two have any idea why Angel boy had to leave so suddenly today?” He had been pulled away by his King during a conversation with me in the buffet line, then he had left the premise soon after.
Neither spoke.
“Did either of you have anything to do with it?”
King Balar cleared his throat after a moment, stating, “It was time for him to go home. He would have only gotten hurt in this exchange. I asked King Sephove for a personal favor. If the boy tried anything with you again, he was to send him packing.” He shrugged his shoulder. “King Sephove held up to it.”
I stayed quiet, tapping my fingers on King Jerome’s shoulder.
I sighed quietly.
Tapped my fingers a bit more. Waiting.
King Jerome snorted softly. “Yes, I knew what he was doing. I agreed with it. King Balar and I decided it was best for him to talk to King Sephove. Whereas I have trusted allies, he has his own, and King Sephove is one of them.”
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered crossly, slapping King Jerome’s shoulder first, then King Balar’s hip behind me. “You do not get to choose who the hell I sleep with.” I shook my head a few times, aggravated.
King Jerome snickered—a bit arrogantly. “You’re cute when you get angry.”
King Balar grunted, sounding amused. “She slapped us. Like she was swatting a fly.”
“Shut up. Both of you. Before you really piss me off.”
King Jerome hummed softly, and pulled his hand out from behind me, placing it under my chin, tipping my head back, the timber of his voice deepening as he whispered, “Get ready to be pissed off, because I’ve been dying to do this since the moment I saw you.” I froze, the breath rushing out of me when he dipped his head, and his satin soft wide lips landed on mine, dragging gradually as he tilted his head, pressing more firmly as his lips stroked over mine in unhurried caresses.
My body trembled ever so slightly, and my ears instantly pointed at the tops. I hesitantly kissed him back, wanting to feel his lips more thoroughly. A soft sigh escaped past my lips, even as he groaned deeply inside his chest, it vibrating against mine. He swiftly cupped my cheeks, holding my head steady as a crash of thunder shook the window in my bedroom, his heated lips running over mine even more hungrily when mine met each of his slow glides. Rising on a straightened arm, he pressed me onto my back, leaning over me, biting deliciously at my bottom lip until I opened for him. His slick and warm tongue glided inside my mouth to meet mine and rubbed sensually in a way that I arched off the bed, pressing myself against him; the thunder crashed and came in beating pulses against the window.
Though, we both paused when we felt a simmering of heavy Demon power simmering quietly in the air. It felt potent and dangerous as hell. Then King Jerome snapped his head back from my lips, breathing heavily, his gaze flying from mine to the silently deadly man lying on his side, pressed against us, watching us.
With the moonlight illuminating the room, their gazes held.
King Jerome bared his teeth before he slowly slid down my body to lift the hem of my shirt. He began kissing along my trembling flat abdomen. His gaze gradually lowered from King Balar’s to
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