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Closing his eyes, Perfidious imagined the lips wrapped around his cock belonged to Asmia. He would kill to get his hands on that female, to get the chance to do dirty things to that lovely body. Make those amethyst eyes glow as she came while he was lodged to the hilt inside her.
He jerked back as sharp fingernails pierced his balls.
Reaching down, Perfidious grabbed Seraphina by the hair, yanked her to her feet. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I know you’re thinking about her,” she hissed, her hand curling around his cock once more. “Thinking about fucking that human.”
Human, no. Fae, yes. However, he didn’t confirm or deny. No sense pissing off the demon. She was a possessive little bitch, mistaken in her belief that he harbored feelings for her. He couldn’t be faulted for enjoying the pleasure she afforded him, but in the end, Seraphina was simply a means to an end, nothing more.
Shoving her toward the desk, Perfidious was behind her in an instant, yanking the scrap of fabric she called a skirt up over her hips. Digging his fingers into her flesh, he rammed himself into her.
Her cry of ecstasy was proof she’d been pushing him on purpose, wanting him to lose control.
The joke was on her because as he held her in place, fucking her ruthlessly, Perfidious closed his eyes, pretended she was Asmia.
Lovely name, lovely ass, lovely everything.
And very, very soon, she would be his.
For eternity.
ASOBSIDIANPACEDTHELIVINGROOM,HElistened to his brothers giving their status updates. Nothing much had changed in the past few days—at least not on theamsouelotfront—and the building frustration was infectious.
At his brothers’ insistence, Obsidian had been imprisoned within the walls of the mansion, protecting hisamsouelotfrom the threat they knew was nearby but couldn’t quite put their finger on. While he did his best to pretend otherwise, he was growing restless, antsy. He wanted to be out there, helping his brothers. With every passing hour, the tension was rising for each of them.
“Eclipse? How about you?” Stygian’s deep voice came through the phone. “Any progress?”
Obsidian peered at his brother, noticed the hard lines on his face.
“Aside from keeping an eye on her, I haven’t made any progress,” Eclipse admitted, the words a dark rumble of disappointment.
“I’m in the same boat, brother,” Aphotic said.
“At least you’ve located yours,” Cimmerian grumbled, his frustration prevalent.
“We’ve got time,” Obsidian assured them.
“Yeah?” Shadow’s angry word snapped through the phone. “It’s been a month and a half, for fuck’s sake. Not a single one of us has mated. Full moon’s tomorrow, Obsidian. Please tell me you’ve prepared youramsouelotfor thelintamair,” he pressed.
“I haven’t. But I will.”
For all intents and purposes, Penelope was ready. She’d even admitted as much. He knew if he made the request, she’d willingly walk into that mating chamber and lay down her life for him. Truth was, she wasn’t the holdup. He was. The thought of…
“Look, I know we thought splitting up was the right thing to do, but I think we need to make some changes,” Piceous stated.
“What do you suggest?” Shadow inquired.
“Personally, I think it’s best if we return to the mansion. Combine efforts and send out teams in rotation.”
It made sense, Obsidian thought. He couldn’t imagine the difficulty of continuing to move from one place to another only to end up disappointed because their intel had been insufficient or downright wrong.
“I agree,” Cimmerian said.
“Me, too,” Shadow chimed in.
“I’ll remain where I am,” Aphotic said. “But I’ll send Rinc back, keep Decebal with me. It’s only a matter of time.”
“Of which we have no idea how much we have,” Eclipse reminded him.
