Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole Page A
Authors: Kresley Cole
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ome see my new pet up close," Sabine told Lanthe when her sister returned from court, inviting her to pull up a chair as they watched her servants stripping
the demon.
Only Sabine's most trusted attendants were here, Sorceri slaves that were known as Inferi-literally "those who dwell below." She had dozens of males and females at her disposal.
"Quickly!" Sabine clapped at them. "Before he i rouses." Two removed his jacket while one built a fire in the cell's grate. Still another poured sweet wine for Sabine and Lanthe. Out of habit the sisters both sniffed for poison before drinking.
"Did you tell everyone at court?" Sabine asked.
"I did," Lanthe said. "Now, what happened here? And why is he still dressed?"
Sabine summarized the events, ending with, "After he tried to strangle me, I dosed htm."
"You're a mistress of deception, and he got the drop on you?"
"He's an exceedingly clever kisser," she said defensively.
"You don't seem too angry about this."
"He only did what I would have done in the same situation. If anything, I was impressed that he'd been so ruthless," she said, ignoring the measuring glance Lanthe cast her over the rim of her goblet. "This demon's a tricky one," Sabine continued. "I suspect that both his mind and desires are complicated."
"No way. I can almost hear him saying, Me big demon, me lusty!"
Sabine shook her head. "No, he's .. . different."
"Try to get into his mind. Tap into his fantasies."
"I tried. Typical demon had it blocked like a barricade."
"Does he believe you're his female?" Lanthe asked.
"1 think he feels that I am but is in denial. He won't be able to deny it much longer." Which was important. Already she was running out of time. As a Sorceri female, she would repeat her reproductive cycle only every two months. And she was nearing the end of her fertile time.
To her attendants, she called, "Yes, put him on the bed now."
Consisting of a mattress atop a titanium platform, the bed had manacles attached by chains embedded in the solid head and footboards.
"Be careful with his horns when you lift him," she said, recalling that demons could emit poison from the points
that could paralyze an immortal and kill a human. Once they'd situated him, she pointed to his feet.
As they yanked off his shoes, Lanthe said, "I still can't believe he wouldn't willingly do the deed."
Sabine took a healthy swallow of her sweet wine. "Made some mention of obligations, responsibilities."
"How could he expect you to believe he turned down sex with a nubile female who's all but begging for it for responsibilities? I've never heard of anything like that. Could it be you're losing your touch, old mum?"
"Suck off, fister. He just hasn't had enough enticement."
"You want me to give you some pointers?"
This was a tense subject between them. Once Sabine had realized that for centuries to come she'd never fully know a man, she'd assumed Lanthe would remain a virgin as well, in solidarity.
When Sabine had mentioned that, Lanthe had laughed. Loud. More of a guffaw.
"I'm not without skills." Though Sabine was hymen-ally intact, she'd made up with everything but.
"Ah, yes, Sabine, the Queen of III"-Lanthe paused- "icit BJs."
They were illicit; every encounter of Sabine's was. She'd long envied couples who lazed in bed all day, but she'd always had to worry about Vrekeners overhead or Omort discovering her.
Once the Inferi stripped the demon's thin sweater from him, Lanthe whistled low. "Not an ounce of fat on him."
When Sabine crossed to the bed for a better look, Lanthe eagerly followed.
The demon seemed to be all latent strength, with rises and falls of long, strapping muscles.
But he wasn't bulky-thankfully not a no-necked bruiser.
Above his corded bicep was a wide band of matte gold. The piece was permanent, and he'd likely been wearing it for centuries.
"Look at the tattoo." Sabine pointed to a spot low on his side where jet-black ink marked his flesh. "It continues on." When
G
ome see my new pet up close," Sabine told Lanthe when her sister returned from court, inviting her to pull up a chair as they watched her servants stripping
the demon.
Only Sabine's most trusted attendants were here, Sorceri slaves that were known as Inferi-literally "those who dwell below." She had dozens of males and females at her disposal.
"Quickly!" Sabine clapped at them. "Before he i rouses." Two removed his jacket while one built a fire in the cell's grate. Still another poured sweet wine for Sabine and Lanthe. Out of habit the sisters both sniffed for poison before drinking.
"Did you tell everyone at court?" Sabine asked.
"I did," Lanthe said. "Now, what happened here? And why is he still dressed?"
Sabine summarized the events, ending with, "After he tried to strangle me, I dosed htm."
"You're a mistress of deception, and he got the drop on you?"
"He's an exceedingly clever kisser," she said defensively.
"You don't seem too angry about this."
"He only did what I would have done in the same situation. If anything, I was impressed that he'd been so ruthless," she said, ignoring the measuring glance Lanthe cast her over the rim of her goblet. "This demon's a tricky one," Sabine continued. "I suspect that both his mind and desires are complicated."
"No way. I can almost hear him saying, Me big demon, me lusty!"
Sabine shook her head. "No, he's .. . different."
"Try to get into his mind. Tap into his fantasies."
"I tried. Typical demon had it blocked like a barricade."
"Does he believe you're his female?" Lanthe asked.
"1 think he feels that I am but is in denial. He won't be able to deny it much longer." Which was important. Already she was running out of time. As a Sorceri female, she would repeat her reproductive cycle only every two months. And she was nearing the end of her fertile time.
To her attendants, she called, "Yes, put him on the bed now."
Consisting of a mattress atop a titanium platform, the bed had manacles attached by chains embedded in the solid head and footboards.
"Be careful with his horns when you lift him," she said, recalling that demons could emit poison from the points
that could paralyze an immortal and kill a human. Once they'd situated him, she pointed to his feet.
As they yanked off his shoes, Lanthe said, "I still can't believe he wouldn't willingly do the deed."
Sabine took a healthy swallow of her sweet wine. "Made some mention of obligations, responsibilities."
"How could he expect you to believe he turned down sex with a nubile female who's all but begging for it for responsibilities? I've never heard of anything like that. Could it be you're losing your touch, old mum?"
"Suck off, fister. He just hasn't had enough enticement."
"You want me to give you some pointers?"
This was a tense subject between them. Once Sabine had realized that for centuries to come she'd never fully know a man, she'd assumed Lanthe would remain a virgin as well, in solidarity.
When Sabine had mentioned that, Lanthe had laughed. Loud. More of a guffaw.
"I'm not without skills." Though Sabine was hymen-ally intact, she'd made up with everything but.
"Ah, yes, Sabine, the Queen of III"-Lanthe paused- "icit BJs."
They were illicit; every encounter of Sabine's was. She'd long envied couples who lazed in bed all day, but she'd always had to worry about Vrekeners overhead or Omort discovering her.
Once the Inferi stripped the demon's thin sweater from him, Lanthe whistled low. "Not an ounce of fat on him."
When Sabine crossed to the bed for a better look, Lanthe eagerly followed.
The demon seemed to be all latent strength, with rises and falls of long, strapping muscles.
But he wasn't bulky-thankfully not a no-necked bruiser.
Above his corded bicep was a wide band of matte gold. The piece was permanent, and he'd likely been wearing it for centuries.
"Look at the tattoo." Sabine pointed to a spot low on his side where jet-black ink marked his flesh. "It continues on." When
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