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“You like me assertive.”
The hum she gives shoots straight to my cocks. Pressing against me, she says, “I might letyoupersuade me?—”
“Val,” Nic yells from the hall. “I brought the party to you. Let us in.”
I don’t bother hiding my groan. Nor do I release my mate. “My little sister has the worst timing.”
“Theo,” Nic calls. “You don’t get to keep her locked in your suite forever without some company. It’s basic prisoner rights.”
Val snickers, and I want to hear her make the sound again.
This time, Gilly’s voice comes through the door. “Don’t leave us out here all night, Theo. I can be very creative when it comes to thinking up new ways to mess with you.”
“Is she for real?” Val whispers.
“Probably. We give her people to break with mental mind games when physical torture isn’t effective.” I let Val go when she pushes at me, although I can’t tell if she’s scared of Gilly or wants to give her pointers on tormenting me. At least my mate hasn’t tried to stab me today.
“Great, she’s worse than my older sister,” Val mutters before calling out, “Coming!”
I swallow my protests and banish glorious memories of her coming last night while grinding so sweetly against me.
“Remember,” I say, “no one gets inside unless you specifically say so.”
She gives a wave over her shoulder, scoops Montejanus into her arms, and throws the doors open. “Welcome everyone who’s not here to kill me or open a portal to a random realm!”
I groan. So much time and money wasted on wards. At least Ora is one of the first inside, the dwarf making her way to me. “I’ll re-up my protection spells, boss,” she says. “Bet I can convince the witches and druids to do the same at no charge.”
“That just leaves the dragon.” I don’t add how he’s the most crotchety ward weaver alive.
The dwarf rumbles a knowing laugh. “You leave him to me.”
“Do I want to know the reason you seem so eager to talk with such a curmudgeon?”
She shakes her head. “You really don’t. But be assured, I’ll convince him.”
Reminding myself she’s a grown dwarf, I leave the matter in her capable hands.
Dupree strolls in like he has any right to be in my suite. Gilly beats me to demanding he confess what the hell he’s doing here.
He brandishes a bottle of champagne. “Getting a sheet mask recommendation from Val. Brimstone fire wreaks havoc on my complexion. Yours too, princess. Let’s hope she has some extra strength moisturizer. Hi, Val.” He waves to my mate like they’re old friends. I’ll strangle him with his own tail.
“Dupree,” Val calls with a friendliness that makes me vow to toss him out, weaselly little wings first. Except she turns to me and says, “He put himself between me and a portal. Doesn’t that earn him a facial and maybe a manicure?”
“My cuticles are gnarly,” Dupree answers as if she’d been talking to him. “I could use a mani.”
“I’ll see to it personally,” she says. “There are drinks in the kitchen, swag bags with starter samples on the tables over there, and Nic has games planned for our evening.”
“Perfect.” He shoots a smirk my way as he passes by me into my suite where I’ve hosted exactly zero gatherings before tonight.
Gods, I hate him.
Val touches my arm, and I look away from the asshole. “I know you have more important stuff to do.”
“Yeah,” Nic calls. “We’ll keep her busy while you’re out being Prince of Darkness.”
“Ooh, Prince of Darkness. I like it.” My mate’s already walking off.
I want to argue, to kick everyone out and ask Val how I earn her climbing back into my lap and kissing me again. But of course, I know the best way to start—by winning back my right to the crown.
