Seeing her there, on her knees, all but begging to be mine, was delicious. Sinful. If we weren’t surrounded by both our families, my cock would already be halfway down her throat.
“Very well, I accept.” I helped her to her feet, turning over her hand so I could inspect her palm. A bruise was already forming on the delicate skin, and there, just on the edge of her wrist, was a red scrape, blood welling on the surface.
Bringing the mark to my lips, I kissed the place she bled for me and allowed myself a taste of her. Oh, I would have more of this. More of her. Once we were married, there would be no part of this woman I wouldn’t own.
Yes, Gavin. Take me. Make me yours.Her voice echoed in my mind, soft and distant but still there. Shocking the hell out of me.
But that hunger for her submission was stronger than anything else, and I flicked my tongue over her wrist one final time as I said the only thing I could.
“Mine.”
* * *
Tomorrow I would finally haveRoslyn in my grasp. Tonight was a celebration. A way to prepare myself for the big day. My stag night, if you will. I wondered if my bride-to-be was having a hen do of her own. But then again, she didn’t know the details of all we had in store for her. Poor lamb. I’d show her.
“Donoghue, it’s been ages since last we saw your face here.” A man I didn’t recognize had the nerve to clap me on the shoulder.
“And you are?”
He stared at me, affronted. “Henri. Don’t you remember? We met in Paris at my club. You sampled one of my... rooms.”
“Ah, yes, the incubus.”
The Frenchman smirked. “I imagine you must’ve been pleased with your service at my establishment, yet you’ve not returned.” As an incubus, he knew exactly how much I’d enjoyed myself, no imagination required. The annoying prick.
“Iniquityis my club of choice these days.”
“Ah yes, Lilith’s little den of sin. She is a skilled Mistress, is she not?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
His violet eyes glimmered. “Oh right, you prefer male companions if I recall correctly.”
“The companion is interchangeable so long as I am the Master.”
The incubus took a deep breath, clearly feeding off whatever sexual energy I was exuding.
“Did someone say my name? I do so love the sound of men begging for my attention.” Lilith Duval slipped her arm around Henri’s shoulders. “Hello, darlings. Poaching my clients again, Henri?”
“C’est moi? What cause have I ever given you to think I would do such a thing?”
She raised one perfect brow. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“He was mine first.”
“I am no one’s. In case the two of you are operating on the mistaken belief I belong to either of you.”
Lilith pressed her crimson lips to my cheek. “A girl can dream. Tell me, Gavin, when can we look forward to your next performance? My patrons did so love your skill with the whip.”
The thought of tying Roslyn up in one ofIniquity’sdark rooms and putting on a show had me rock hard and aching. “Perhaps sooner than you think, Lily dear.”
“Lilith.” She huffed, then turned her attention toward the ring in the center of the space. “Oh, look. The Mercers are ready to begin.”
A pair of shifter twins stepped into the ring, ready to fight. They were mirror images—tall, broad, rugged, and built to defend their territory.
“I do love to watch them work,” Lilith purred as one of them removed his shirt. “Don’t they just... turn you on?” She sucked in a breath, her excitement palpable. “Do you think they doeverythingtogether?”
I didn’t answer, but my gaze was focused on the twins as a hulking troll stomped through the crowd. The men tensed, ready to take the beast down.