Page 228 of Cruelly Bitten
“While true, we don’t know what Cane has discovered via his own surveillance,” Hazel told me, drawing my attention back to her. “He obviously knew Kylan was here since he recommended that Cam take Kylan’s jet. Which means he also knows you’re here.”
“Likely,” I agreed. “I imagine he thinks the revolutionaries are trying to woo me to their side.”
“And given how long you’ve been here, he probably thinks they’ve been successful,” Hazel concluded.
I shrugged. “He can think whatever he wants.”
“You’re not concerned?”
“If I were, then it would be an indicator that I haven’t planned well enough for this inevitability,” I drawled as Emine sauntered toward me. Rather than take the chair beside me, she settled into my lap.
Right on my hard cock.
Temptress,I accused.
She leaned back, her neck exposed as I wrapped my arm around her stomach.You need blood.
I’ll drink from your cunt later.
She scoffed at that, but her body remained relaxed against mine.
I kissed her pulse just as Cedric and Lily entered the room, their flushed faces leaving no doubt as to what they’d been doing while Emine and I had sparred.
When they took the chair beside me, it left poor Keys as the only one standing.
“You should sit beside Hazel,” I told him. “She helped save your life, after all.”
“He’s free to make his own choices,” Hazel informed me before he could reply. “So if you’re not concerned about Cane discovering Blood City, what does concern you?”
Clever minx,I thought, my lips nearly twitching again.
I’m starting to see why she’s your friend,Emine said, her mental tone holding an edge to it.She reads you well.
Jealous, little mirage?
She shifted on my lap, her delectable curves caressing my arousal.Hardly.
I smiled.I do love how much you’ve matured, Emine.
She snorted.Clearly not enough, My Prince.
I hummed, pressing another kiss to her neck.I told you, love. I won’t fuck you properly until you beg me.
And I told you that will never happen.
Hence, here we are,I murmured back to her.
She said nothing, but I sensed her irritation. I couldn’t quite read her mind, our connection more telepathic than anything else.
However, I’d been around her long enough now to pick up on her feelings.
“Khalid,” Hazel prompted. “I know something is concerning you. That’s why you’re awake, despite the noon sun beating down upon us. If you felt safe or at ease, you’d be asleep right now.”
“Maybe I wanted to play with my dragoness,” I suggested.
Hazel gave me a look. “I’ve known you for thousands of years. Your playful sidestepping doesn’t work with me.”
“Well, that’s not true,” I murmured. “We verbally dance all the time.”
