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She blinked, clearly surprised. But she recovered quickly. “Good. How do you want me?”

On your back, on your knees, bent over the edge of the bed, standing against the wall—gods, Emeriel. I’ll take you any way you’ll let me.

Fuck, his dick was doing the thinking instead of his fangs.

These days, he tried not to stare when she walked by—tried not to watch the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts in her loose dresses, her wobbling ass. He averted his eyes when she beamed. Looked away when she flushed or was being shy. Tried not to look too hard when she was wearing nightclothes, or anything at all, really.

Suffice it to say, everything about her turned him on. Daemonikai was in a perpetual state of arousal around her. It was more torture than being hung upside down and branded with scalding iron.

He wanted to throw her legs over his shoulders and pound her into the mattress.

You can’t do that to her in this condition,his rational mind reminded him.

Damn. Fuck.That was right. But shit, he still wanted to have her.

Daemonikai had once scoffed at drunken lords who jested about needing intercourse so badly they begged to justput the tip. He’d thought them pathetic fools.

But now, he totally understood.

Hell, at this rate, even if he could only get just the head of his cock inside her, he would thank the gods and die a happy male.

Because he could make it work. The way he wanted her, he could find release from just having even the smallest part of him nestled inside her.

Yeah, he was pathetic, horny, and obsessed.

Not to mention completely and hopelesslyherstoo.

Chapter thirty-four

DRUNK TALKS: HIGH AS THE STARS

“Thew-wayyou’relookingat me…” Emeriel squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

She stood before him now, waiting for him to tell her how hewantedher. And her cheeks had flushed an utterly endearing shade of red.

“And how is that?” Daemonikai drawled, though he already knew. Gods, he knew.

“Like you would…” she faltered, lowering her gaze. “Like you’re imagining being... in-inside me.”

“Huh. That is startlingly accurate.”

He watched as the flush deepened, spreading down her throat and over her collarbone. “Oh.” She stared at her feet. Or tried to.

He held back a smile and rose to his feet, loving the way her chin tilted up to find his face. “I will teach you how to bloodfeed in the ways of old.”

Her lips parted in a soft breath as he reached for her, unfastening the ties of her gown with a gentleness that belied his lust. Bare, he guided her to the center of the room.

“Kneel.”

She lowered herself to the floor. He circled her slowly, letting his eyes roam over the curve of her spine, the way her hips flared. His beast grumbled, restless and eager beneath his skin.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked at last.

Her head bobbed in a nod. “Yes.”

“Good.” He took her wrists, drawing them behind her back, holding them loosely before easing her head to the side, baring the vulnerable line of her throat. Then he stepped back to admire her.

And gods help him, he nearly groaned aloud.

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