Pressing his cheek to her small patch of blonde curls, he rubbed against her, marking her with his own scent while inhaling hers—loving the sweet, feminine aroma of her desire.
“You’re already wet, my Numalla,” he growled, looking up at her.
“I…I am?” Ellilah was biting her lip but her vivid green eyes were half-lidded and glazed with desire. Her small hands, when she reached for him, didn’t try to push Roke away. Instead, her fingers stroked lovingly through his hair, sending a shiver of lust down his spine. “How can you tell?” she asked.
“By your sweet scent,” Roke told her, nuzzling her again. He had never known a female to get so wet so fast. Though she tried to deny it, Ellilah was hot-blooded—as sexually needy as any male, he thought. Her appetites matched his own, which was something he loved about her. “Should I prove it to you?” he asked, looking up at her.
“Roke, you shouldn’t…” she protested but she didn’t try to stop him when he spread her thighs. In fact, she widened her legs to let him in, allowing him easy access to her soft little pussy.
Carefully, Roke parted the plump outer lips with his thumbs, revealing her slick inner petals, already pink and swollen with need and so fucking wet, just as he’d known she would be.
“Gods,” he groaned, his mouth watering as it always did to taste her sweet juices. “Didn’t I tell you, sweetheart? Your soft little pussy is already wet and swollen with need. And I bet you’re aching already, aren’t you?”
“I…I shouldn’t be,” Ellilah whispered. “We…we haven’t even had to do any Mirroring yet.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Roke growled. “Let me just give you a few licks and spread some of my healing Essence over your inner folds. That should make you feel better before we go to Supper.”
“All…all right,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair again. “If you really think I need healing…”
“I do,” Roke assured her hoarsely. “I really do, sweetheart.”
And then he was pressing his mouth between her thighs to take a long, loving lick. As her secret flavor exploded across his tongue and he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, he thought that there was no place he would rather be than down on his knees before her, tonguing her sweet pussy until she came for him, came all over his face…
But just at that moment, a loud rapping sounded at the door of their room.
“Oh!” Elli gasped, bucking away from him. “Who could that be?”
“No one,” Roke growled. Hands on her hips, he pulled her back into position and prepared to lap her thoroughly until she came on his tongue. But the loud banging sounded again and a voice outside shouted,
“Open in the name of His Majesty, the Crown Prince!”
Thirty-Six
“Oh!” Elli exclaimed, pushing Roke away more firmly this time. “We have to go, Roke—it’s the Prince!”
Pulling down her see-through dress with its pattern of red lace patches shaped like flowers, she ran to the door of the room. Roke followed a bit more slowly behind her still licking his lips and looking irritated at having been interrupted in the middle of healing her.
When Elli pulled open the door, she saw that, sure enough, the Crown Prince was standing there. He was surrounded by his usual coterie of favored nobles and royal guards, dressed in gilded armor. He himself was wearing his usual golden velvet with silver lace at his throat and cuffs.
“Your Majesty!” Elli bowed low to the squat monarch and Roke did the same. “To what do we owe this honor?” she asked, when she finally came up from her bow.
“My dear, I’m in a mood to favor you tonight,” the Crown Prince announced with a magnanimous smile. “I’ve made so much progress in my training of Demon—with your assistance of course—that it puts me in quite a good humor.”
“That’s very kind of you to say, Your Majesty,” Elli murmured. Her heart was beating—was he about to give her the piece of Healing Lattice she needed to fulfill her quest?
“It is very kind of me, isn’t it?” The Crown Prince nodded with satisfaction. “You have quite a way with zorels, my dear. In fact, I have half a mind to make you my Bride of the Night at Supper tonight,” he went on musingly, his bulging eyes running over Elli’s nearly nude body beneath the see-through dress.
“Oh, uh…” Elli’s stomach clenched into a sudden fist. “Your Majesty, that is so very kind of you but—”
“But we are a monogamous race,” Roke growled behind her. “Strictly monogamous.”
Elli didn’t have to look at the big warrior to know that his eyes were glowing a dangerous red. His menace radiated like heat up and down her spine. The Crown Prince—who was often oblivious to everyone but himself—must have taken notice of Roke’s impending Rage as well, because he blanched, his pale blue skin going lily-white, and cleared his throat.