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Sweat beaded in the hollow of my throat, and a tiny drop ran down, disappearing between my breasts. The guy’s mismatched gaze followed the trail, and the fine hairs on his inked arms rose.
Neither one of us spoke, but our heavy breathing thundered in Karn’s bedroom of pain. He hummed, and then his tongue ran over the hoop in his lip, grazing mine like a kiss of hot, wet silk. My body decided to take matters into her slutty hands, and my hips surged forward. The move was met with a gruff rumble from the nightworlder while his pelvis tilted into mine.
Holy hell. Maybe I wasn’t the only one getting a little—okay, a lot—turned on. He’d grown harder than steel, his length finding the apex between my legs.
The door beyond the decorative divider opened, and we froze on Karn’s bed.
I had no time to form a plan before the nightworlder rolled us across the mattress to the other side, dropped to his feet, picked me up, and slid me under the bed.
As I skidded to a stop on the slippery black tiles, his boots appeared on the other side as if he’d bounded over the massive bed in one leap without a sound. Footsteps clashed against the floor, and a pair of silver stilettos appeared.
“Fane Maverick?” The female’s voice entered the air like warm honey dribbled on muffins. “Do my eyes deceive me?”
Fane Maverick.
So the prick had a name. Of course it was something unusual and unlikely forgotten.
“What are you doing in Karn’s private quarters?” She strutted farther into the room, heavy waves of power spilling into the atmosphere. As the gilded mirror on the left caught her reflection, a string of curses ran through my mind.
No wonder her power had a palpable, choking presence. The white-blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes marked her as a royal demon.
“I thought I might find you up here, Ziva.” Silky seduction flowed around Fane’s words, contrasting with the roughness of his voice and reminding me of something sweet and spicy. “I saw you earlier and remembered how much fun we had together.”
He definitely didn’t use that come-hither tone with me. He’d sounded more like a murderer debating his options.Break my neck or suck my soul? Rip my chest open with his talons or slice my head off?
Ziva’s laugh rolled out as her steps grew closer. Her black dress barely covered her lady bits, and the slit up to her hip nearly revealed the rest of her. She didn’t look like the type to bother with underwear. “Oh, I remember, Fane.” She licked her ruby lips. “That is not something a woman can forget.”
My gag reflexes engaged at the sheer amount of desire pulsating off her. What exactly could Fane Maverick do that had a royal demon—who was probably old as dirt—shaking with lust? The phantom feel of his hands wrapped around my throat, body pressed into mine, hips rocking, and that tongue barely brushing my lips had flames lapping at my center.
I shook the thoughts off as the bed moved, and my fingers curled into fists. I’d hurl if I had to listen to him fuck this demon. And not because I wanted to be the one writhing under his touch.
Absolutely not.
I rolled out from beneath the bed and peered above the mattress. Ziva sat on the edge with her back to me while Fane stood over her, running his fingertips up her arms. She shivered, and her head tilted back as a moan slipped out.
For shit’s sake, was she already on the verge of an orgasm?
His gaze bored into me when I stood and tiptoed toward the trunk that held the Infernal Sol. He shook his head, his nostrils flaring in a warning. But he couldn’t do shit. Ratting me out would only expose Fane’s real motives to Ziva.
I silently opened the heavy lid and plucked out the necklace. A growl rippled through the demon shifter’s teeth as the amulet—a little bigger than my palm—dangled from my fingers.
“What’s wrong?” Ziva began to turn in my direction.
Fane grabbed her chin and yanked her back around, his lips crashing onto hers. Her moans filled the room again, curdling my stomach. I shoved the Infernal Sol into the front pocket of my pants, zipping the closure to secure it.
“Fane, I want you now.” Her fingers tore at his pants, but his attention—unbeknownst to her—was focused on me.
He grabbed her wrists and shoved them against her sides, stopping her just before she ripped his jeans down.
Her husky laugh echoed. “I remember how rough you like to play. Do you want to punish me?”
I smirked in his direction and flipped him off. “Good luck with that,” I mouthed and then slipped into the secret passage.
My heart rattled as I took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the anxiety small spaces always caused. Getting out of here before Fane or anyone else came for me overrode the fear.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, and I ran my hand over the lump in my pocket. I did it. I got the Infernal Sol. Captain Coltrane would be so proud. All I had to do was make it back to Savannah without getting caught.
Easy-peasy. The hard part was over.
