Page 112 of Princess of Bael
“I think we need to take a break,” he said without looking at the Archdemon. “Is there somewhere we can rest?”
A denial taunted my tongue, but I couldn’t seem to voice it. Mostly because I knew that fighting my exhaustion would lead to poor decision-making, and we couldn’t afford that right now.
“I’ve already had a room made up for you,” Zane informed us with a smile. “I think you’ll find it suits.”
My brow furrowed, uncertain of what he meant by that.
It also seemed like one hell of an assumption to put Ezra and me in a room together.
Although, he’d been the one to say “we” in his request.
And we were mates.
So maybe not an outrageous assumption.
“Are you okay with those arrangements, Princess?” Yaz asked.
Ezra bristled beside me, but I placed my hand on his thigh in a warning not to reply. I really couldn’t handle another round of his possessiveness right now. It was strange and foreign and…
And I kind of like it.
But I didn’t want to evaluate why I felt that way right now. It was probably just a residual sensation from the last few days.
Regardless, I found myself nodding at Yaz. “I’m okay.” I could handle sharing a room with Ezra. If he pissed me off, I’d put him on the floor.
Yet somehow I suspected it would be quite the opposite.
I’d probably end up asking him to wrap me up in his wings.
He placed his palm on top of mine, giving my hand a squeeze while keeping his opposite arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Thank you, Zane.”
“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” the Incubus replied with a sexy little grin.
“Stop teasing our guests,” Zebulon told him.
“Oh, I think you’ll find my teasing will benefit you greatly, my lord.” Zane leaned in to press his perfect lips to the Demonic Lord’s jaw. The Incubus’s silver-blue eyes flickered with pure silver for a moment before he turned toward Gwen and captured her mouth in a kiss that redefined the meaning of lust.
“I think your mates are hungry, Zebulon,” Ashmedai said conversationally as he stood. “Go feed them before they incite an orgy.”
“Of course, my prince,” Zebulon replied dutifully. “Zane. Guinevere.”
His two mates pulled away from each other and gazed at him with twin expressions of expectation. I half expected them to pounce, but instead Zane moved fluidly to his feet and bowed toward Prince Ashmedai. “I would only incite an orgy with approval, my prince.”
“It’s not given,” the Archdemon replied, but his tone lacked reprimand.
“Another time, then.” Zane winked at him before turning to Ezra. “I’ll show you to your room.”
“Don’t seduce them,” Lord Zebulon said as the Incubus started toward the door.
“The only one I intend to seduce is you, my lord,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “And that’s only because Guinevere is always ready for my tongue.”
With that, he cast a come-hither glance toward me and Ezra and stepped into the hallway.
“Don’t worry,” Gwen murmured, a smile in her voice. “He’s a perpetual flirt, but he won’t touch you.”
Gleason grunted. “Sounds familiar.”
“Hmm?” she hummed, her eyes sparkling with devious energy, but Lord Zebulon chose that moment to pull her into his lap.
