He stood up.
Not in a rush—no, Pyris moved with that kind of power that knew everything in the room already belonged to him.
And she trembled.
Lekiza—the Human Princess, the one who used to glare at him from across war tables—stood there now, ruined in want. Her breath was shaky. Her legs quivered, barely holding up. Eyes glossy with the kind of hunger that burned away logic.
She didn't care that he was the same man who'd shamed her father publicly.
Didn't care he was fucking her sister.
Didn't care that war with her bloodline—and the gods—was inevitable.
All she wanted... was this.
Him.
Inside her.
Claiming her.
He smiled. A slow, cruel, divine smile.
She needed this.
He circled behind the couch like a predator playing with prey, until he stood just behind her shaking body.
