Shadow's Seduction(8)
Caspion continued, “She is still vulnerable, and now I can’t protect her.” Without the ability to turn to mist, the demon wouldn’t get permission to exit the kingdom. “She’s used to me going away on jobs for months at a time, but things had been in flux when I left.”
“What do you mean?”
“There was talk of going back to olden demonic ways.” At Mirceo’s questioning look, Caspion explained, “Marrying her off to whichever suitor is strongest.”
“Surely she wouldn’t agree to such a barbaric plan.”
Caspion said, “Her guardians can be persuasive.”
“Then I can go and watch over her. I’ll check on her regularly.”
Frustration thinned the demon’s lips. “That’s not the same.” Caspion was as loyal as a Lykae.
“We’ll figure something out. . . .” Mirceo trailed off when feminine laughter sounded from inside the villa. “For now let’s enjoy the present. Our entertainment has arrived.”
The night’s becoming a blur.
Mirceo’s surprise was a trio of ravishing nymphs—a pale redhead, an olive-skinned brunette, and a curvaceous blonde—who made their home in Dacia. After flirting, teasing, and drinking, the five had ended up on Mirceo’s mammoth bed.
But Cas’s mind was wandering. He hadn’t resigned himself to never seeing the outside world again. Just don’t do anything rash until then, Tina.
Not as Cas had done. Yes, he’d taken a night to contemplate his decision to come here, but he’d spent it imagining a future with Kosmina. . . .
Mirceo’s banter with one of the nymphs roused him from his thoughts. As usual, the prince had focused his attentions on a redhead. When Mirceo laughed at the female’s playful teasing, Cas grew distracted, scarcely noticing as the other two removed their tops.
For weeks, Cas had watched Mirceo bed any available beauty—they’d even shared females—but Mirceo’s enjoyment of that redhead irritated Cas for some reason.
Like claws down a chalkboard. Was it because Cas had drunk too much tonight?
The prince caught him frowning, so Cas averted his gaze, reaching for the busty brunette to knead a plump breast. That delight should have filled his shaft with blood, but he . . . flagged. She even stroked his horns—which demons loved. So why did he wish this night was already over? As he dropped his hand, he found Mirceo’s attention on him.
The air between them seemed taut. Awareness prickled. Why had Mirceo’s addictive scent—sandalwood with a hint of blood—never registered with him before? Why had Cas never noticed the heat his vampiric body gave off?
The redhead noticed them staring at each other. “You two should kiss.”
With a smile in his tone, Mirceo said, “What an intriguing idea, tulip.” The vampire traced to sit beside him at the foot of the bed.
“Hardly,” Cas said. “I only pleasure females.”
The brunette stood, crossing her arms over her chest. “Nothing would pleasure us more than seeing you two masculine specimens lock lips.”
The blonde stood as well, leaving Cas and Mirceo on the bed. She joined the other two—nymphs in solidarity.
Mirceo laughed again, treating Cas to that rich, throaty sound. “It’s just a lark, sweetheart. Something to titillate our ladies. I can scent them growing wet in anticipation.”
The redhead said, “Perhaps the demon hunter isn’t as secure in his tastes as we thought.”
Cas raised his brows. “I’m very secure.” He knew two things about his sexuality. I’ve always been attracted to females, and I’ve never been attracted to males. So why did Mirceo’s vampire charisma seem to get stronger every day?
Maybe Cas should press his lips to Mirceo’s—to cure himself of this growing obsession with the prince.
Clasping her hands in front of her chest, the redhead said, “Pleeeeease. Something to remember for the rest of our eternal lives.”
Cas turned toward Mirceo to crack a joke. “I’ve done a lot of things to get laid, but—”
The vampire’s mouth met his.
Sensation flooded Cas, electricity crackling up and down his spine. Too much, too . . . He tensed to jerk away, but Mirceo darted his tongue between Cas’s parted lips.
Fuuuck. Their tongues touched. Cas’s head swam.
Stop. What the hell are you doing? STOP.
The vampire threaded his fingers through Cas’s hair to draw him even closer. Breaking away from Mirceo’s carnal mouth felt impossible. Some kind of madness was overtaking him! He found himself . . . giving a tentative flick of his pointed tongue. Then another. Why can’t I stop?