Page 95 of Vipers and Vendettas
She’s silent for a moment as I bring out the new fae tablet that shows the magick I’ve had installed.
‘Do you really think that’s possible?’ she asks. ‘He’s so powerful, maybe even more than the Ten themselves. There’s a reason he stays in the shadows.’
‘We’ll find a way,’ I say. ‘He’s not having you or Jellybean. All of us will die first.’
‘You might just,’ she says quietly.
‘Your lack of faith in me is wounding, darling.’
‘It’s not a lack of faith, Julian. But you don’t know him.’
She breaks off. I take her hand and squeeze it.
‘Maybe not,’ I say, ‘but he doesn’t know us.’
‘Here.’ I put the tablet in front of her and watch her eyes widen.
‘Wow,’ she mutters. ‘That’s some serious magickware.’ Her eyes narrow. ‘Some of this stuff is really rare, Maddox. How did you even get it?’
‘You’re not the only one with resourceful friends, pet,’ I murmur in her ear.
I grin as she closes her eyes and shudders.
‘Do you feel any better?’ I ask.
Yes,’ she says with her eyes still shut. ‘You literally couldn’t do any more to make this place impenetrable, could you?’
‘No,’ I growl low against her neck. ‘Would you like me to make you feel better another way as well?’ I whisper. ‘Shall I teach my beautiful succubus how to feed properly?’
She hesitates but then nods, watching me a little warily as I pluck the tablet from her hands and put it back in the safe.
When I turn back to her, she’s already breathing more quickly, and I guide her over to the reading nook. I push her down into it, only realizing now that I had an ulterior motive when I had it installed and that I had Julia in mind specifically when I had the idea for it.
I join her there, lying next to her and sliding my hand up the leggings she’s wearing, over the slight swell of her belly and to her breasts.
‘Take everything off for me,’ I whisper.
With slightly shaking hands, she rushes to comply, peeling off her leggings and her shirt until she’s only in the pretty underwear that Daemon just bought for her a size larger to accommodate her changing body. I smirk, taking a quick picture of her with my phone.
‘What are you doing?’ she asks in alarm.
I wink at her.
‘Are you sending that to someone?’
‘Only Daemon,’ I murmur.
‘You can’t!’ she hisses.
‘I already have. He got that pretty lingerie for you. Shouldn’t he see it as well?’
‘He bought me underwear?’ she asks faintly.
I chuckle low. ‘Darling, he’s bought every piece of satin, silk, and lace that barely covers those pretty tits and cunt since you got here. Why do you think you never run out? He has an addiction, poor fellow.’
I slide my hand up her bare leg and feel the resistance of flimsy silk at the apex of her thighs. I spare a second to lament the picture I thoughtlessly already sent because it means I won’t be able to draw this out. Daemon will be here any minute. I rip off her panties and touch her, plunging my fingers into what I already know will be a sopping wet pussy.
‘That’s for me, isn’t it?’ I snarl at her ear, biting the lobe gently.
