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Flattered, Cas sat a little taller

The server arrived, a shapely de Had the va to others, he'd been with most here--because he refused to repeat bedmates

Mirceo ordered blood mead for himself and the palace's best demon brew for his "handsome new friend"

Cas raised his brows at the vintage, one he'd never been able to afford Like most demons, he loved brew "Perhaps I could remain for a round" He didn't want to return to home yet anyway He eary to his bones, had come to this place to release tension

"Good choice" Mirceo flashed him a smile of praise "Ah, sweetheart, what fun you and I shall have together"

For some reason, a shiver crossed Cas's nape The vah So why do I feel like I just agreed to far more than a drink?

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"Be a la," Mirceo told the server when she returned with two golden chalices She was a storht

Her eyes begged for a repeat His eyes said, My apologies, tulip, but it will not happen

A devoted hedonist, Mirceo had few hard and fast rules in his life--but he never revisited partners

Once she left, Caspion took a swig froods, that's smooth It must cost a fortune"

I would spend a true fortune just to see you lick those lips again "I'aze roaht-blue eyes, chiseled chin and jawline, a

And those horns! They curved back along his fair head like a crown of polished amber, the perfect complement to his careless blond hair and sun-kissed skin

The denificent Mirceo had ever beheld

Well, outside of his own glorious form I want him

Earlier in the orgy, Mirceo had been pile-driving his third partner--a delightfully greedy succubus--when he'd spotted the demon "Who's the blond?" The way that male had pleasured--and controlled--his own partner was spellbinding

Between panting breaths, the succubus had said, "Caspion the Trackera death demon"

A little later, one of Mirceo's hedonist friends had noticed his gaze drawn repeatedly to the de, "He's a favorite of the ladies Let's put it this way: he's the sole male here who doesn't have to pay admission"

"Is he a favorite of any gents?"

"Inflexibly hetero"

"Is he, then?" Mirceo had se He'll becoers Aainst Mirceo Daciano

Now he raised his chalice to the demon "Shall we have a toast?"

Caspion raised his own "What should we drink to?"

"Why, to the bottom, of course"

They downed their cups, and the demoness was quick with the refills

Once she'd left again, Caspion said, "I've accepted your payment, vampire Ask your questions"

Tonight this deliciously dos no one else here would dare: a refusal and an order Mirceo found his lack of deferencethrilling "Straight down to business, then? Aet out of my clutches?" I need to clutch those bronzed pecs While nuzzling the golden chest hair between the about in that orgy You certainly didn't have your mind on your partners"

Tension stole over his broad shoulders "I heard no complaints"

Sensitive, sweetheart? "Indeed not That's part of ues away, you wrung orgasrapes" He'd been all-alpha, calling the shots--as Mirceo himself always did

"So sex" When Caspion rubbed his nape, Mirceo's attention flicked fro bicep to the sexy blond hair of his ar me?"

"Long enough to grow intrigued" Mirceo "

"I'ers" He took a generous swig of his drink, blue eyes growing stormy

Gods, those eyes I want to look up into them as I take his shaft between ht He'd never been the one on his knees--he was a prince, after all--but he ed to Caspion Perhaps I should get pointers froo first?" he asked "Will you trust me if I tell you details from my own life?"

"Depends on what you share"

"Very well" Lowering his tone--one of Mirceo's most foolproof seduction weapons was his raspy, accented voice--he murmured, "I come from a fabled realm that few outsiders have ever seen" Hidden within acavern "Considered a vampire's paradise, it's filled with riches" Blood runs in fountains, fog wisps over cobblestone streets, and a giant diahest part of the cavern filters the sun "My kind have abilities that other vampires do not" We can turn into dom without the pe

ratekeeper likes his blood h I'm to stay hidden in mist, unseen by anyone outside of our realularly"

If one departed Dacia without perdom's location would fade But I found ways around that

The demon's lids were half-masted He looked as if he could have listened to Mirceo speak for eternity "Is your father the king?"

"We have no king at present" Even over the sht a thread of Caspion's natural scent--a heady blend that called to mind raindrops and leather As one who hailed from a realm with no rain, Mirceo found the de

Caspion took a deep drink "If you're a prince, why haven't you taken the throne?"

"Others in ht There's another who could rule us--the rightful heir" Lothaire the Enemy of Old, a three-thousand-year-old vampire "But his eyes are red" He was half Horde, half Dacian

"From bloodlust"

"Indeed" Mirceo sipped his chalice "He's crazed with it Infrom the flesh is considered a heinous taboo Naturally I fantasize about it without cease" Caspion's pulse point drew his gaze, and the dereed to think on the matter and decide soon" Mirceo would vote to install Lothaire without hesitation Nothing could shatter Dacia's blood-taking taboo like a red-eyed king "Are you satisfied with my details?"

Caspion nodded His drink see hies "My oldest friend--a Sorceri/de of Vrekeners" Eyes flickering black with e I've ever seen; she barely survived For sixty days, I sat at her bedside while she recovered For sixty nights, I set out into the worlds to hunt her assailants" She sounds like more than a friend "I'ed fiends are hidden fro Today I was ordered off the search"