Page 28 of His Little Devil
He lost his magic years ago when he crossed me.
“Have you?” Alara says softly, and I grunt.
“I do not care about your needs. Once there is a necessity to have him found, then I will take it into consideration. Your time is up. Leave before I decide to feed you to my hounds. They have been restless lately.”
Alara's skin turns white, and she bows once more before scurrying for the door and running down the hall.
Tobias stares me down, and a tingle runs along my spine at his audacity to try and coerce me.
“Careful now, Tobias. I gave you a warning stripping you of your magic. Next will be your life. Do. Not. Fucking. Test. Me,” I shout, letting my infinite power swirl around us, lowering my glamour and showing him my true form.
He cowers, apologizes, and then takes off after Alara, like the sniveling coward he is.
When they are gone, Thimon returns with his own apologies and a glass of scotch.
He places it on the corner of my desk, his purple hair in disarray, falling into his eyes as he bows his head.
“Leave me,” I order, and as soon as he's gone, I mumble a spell under my breath to prevent anyone except Kane and Silver from entering.
Finally, having a moment of peace, I enjoy my drink and take a seat, facing my empire, outside of my large, glass window.
I bore of that too quickly, and leave my office to go find my Little Devil. When I reach the bedchambers, she's not there.
Stripping off my suit, I enter the bathroom and shower off the day, sighing.
I can't wait until I can retire from this job.
Some days it's not easy being King.
I'm layingin bed when my Little Devil walks in with a tray and two spoons. She's smiling, and I have to stop what I'm doing and take a moment to breathe in the delicious scent of whatever she's made, and her beauty.
Fuck, I'm getting sappy in my old age.
“What do you have there?” I ask as she moves closer, kicking off her shoes before carefully climbing onto the bed and straddling me.
“Merida and I have been baking cakes. I know you've been busy, but I need you to help me pick one for the ceremony.”
Grabbing a spoon, she scoops a small bite of a chocolate concoction and holds it to my lips.
“I'd much rather have you on my tongue,” I say, then open my mouth so she may feed me.
Moving the tray from her hands, I place it on my nightstand table, then grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine, forcing them open, so we may share this incredible dessert.
“Delicious,” I mumble against her mouth, then roll her over, so I can lick and kiss along her jaw and collarbone, moving to my favorite place, between her thick thighs.
“Luke,” she moans and I smirk, tweaking her nipple that's trying to break free from the confines of the leather corset she's wearing.
She's the hottest thing and I'll never tire of seeing her piercings. I wonder if she would consider having her clit done, then I could torture her for hours.
Running my hands along her thighs, I push the matching leather skirt up over her stomach and lick a trail down her pelvis to the small satin thong she's wearing.
Her scent is driving me mad, and I know if I don't fuck her and claim her soon, I may go hostile and on a murdering spree.
My cock hardens at the thought of taking my bride as she's covered in her enemies’ blood.
I'd gladly gift her Tobias Blake and Alara Bell's heads on a platter, if that would make her happy.
There are many other powerful witches to replace them.