“Yes.”

“Watch.” He widened his legs, forcing hers to follow his lead, exposing her glistening sex. If his court had been here, they would have had quite the show. She had quite the show.

Envy’s fingers swirled over her clit, pressing against it while he slowly thrust up.

Camilla practically panted from the sight.

“Watch how hard I make you come.”

Camilla bit her lip, already feeling her body’s response to his wicked demand.

His gaze remained locked on where their bodies were joined, drinking in the sight like a starving man who’d come upon a feast. He drew his fingers to his mouth, attention locked on hers in the mirror as he licked her arousal off.

“So fucking sweet.”

When he touched her again, with his erection nestled deep inside, it was almost too much.

He pressed tender kisses to her neck, his fingers continuing to slowly torture her. He thrust once in a while, just to add to the overwhelming sensations vying for her attention.

His legs widened farther, baring her more. Soon, much too soon, her breath turned uneven. Her climax was close.

Her eyes drifted shut.

Envy slapped her clit, sending a wave of sensation through her. “Eyes open.”

“Beast.”

“You fucking adore it.”

That she did.

Camilla kept her attention fixed on their show, feeling and watching his skill as a lover; he was drawing pleasure the same way she could draw realms. And he was every bit as talented.

“Come for me, love.”

His teeth were on her neck, his thrusts coming faster now. Still slow, still punishingly wonderful. But he was close again too, waiting to join her the moment she tumbled over the edge. Camilla tried to hold off, tried to prolong this moment. But her body responded to his quiet demands, finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Leviaethan!” She came with his name on her lips again.

This time, when he shouted her name, then held her in his arms, she felt like he was already long gone. Like a star shooting across the night sky, there was nothing left but the memory of how beautifully bright it had once shined.

SURPRISINGLY, ENVY WASN’T the one who ended their night.

Camilla rode him two more times on his throne, calling his true name every time she came. Backward and forward, her appetite insatiable.

Each time she said his true name, something inside him wound tighter. He should have felt the tension easing after the first time they made love. It didn’t abate as he imagined it would.

He’d bent her over the damn throne, stroking and teasing and worshipping every inch of her body until she snapped at him to fuck her again.

Still… the want, the need, persisted.

They’d gone to his bedroom suite—so he could monitor what she saw in his House while his court was unpredictable, and so he could devour her on his mattress one more time.

One more time led to three more times. Her coming on his tongue, him on hers.

They were currently sprawled on top of his sheets, her legs tangled up with his, his fingers stroking the length of her arms, as he considered what had gone wrong.

Late-morning sunlight slanted into the room, signaling that their night had been over hours before. It was well past the time he’d normally feel sated.

Camilla pressed a kiss to his palm, then rolled to face him.

“It’s morning.”

His attention flicked to hers, amusement lacing his tone. “I do comprehend what the sun indicates, pet.”

Her gaze narrowed. “We need to get out of bed.”

He pulled her on top of him, nuzzling her neck.

“Soon.”

Camilla kissed him, softly at first, then succumbed to the gentle tease of his tongue against the seam of her lips. He was hard again, ready. They could definitely spare another hour before they left. He’d clearly deprived himself of carnal pleasures for too long. It was the most reasonable explanation for his thirst for her.

She pushed herself up, bracing against his torso.

“It’s time to get up, Envy. We need to go to the Twin Pillars.”

He gave her an annoyed look. “It’s Envy again, is it?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” she challenged. “Did you expect something else?”

He raked a hand over his face. “No.”

“Lie.”

He looked her over. “Fae cannot sense lies like demons can.”

“Perhaps not, but I can read your face well enough by now.” She scrutinized him much too closely. “You’re not satisfied.”

“Incorrect. I am much too satisfied. Hence the issue.”

Camilla didn’t speak for a long moment, the tension growing uncomfortably thick as she stared down at him. It would have been less irksome if his cock hadn’t been twitching against her body every time her gaze flicked over him.

“We agreed to one night,” she finally said. “Is that something you want to renegotiate?”

“Of course not.” Envy sat up, carefully lifting her and setting her down on the bed. “I’ll never break my rule, Miss Antonius. Don’t confuse my arousal for romance. I simply enjoy your tight, wet cunt.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes flaring with challenge.

He knew he’d gone too far.

“We’ll see, then, won’t we.” Her smile was pure malice. “I’m sure you’ll be completely unaffected if I should run into Wolf again. Perhaps I’ll allow him to enjoy my tight, wet cunt for the rest of our long, immortal lives. At least he doesn’t act like one.”

His jealousy ignited in a blaze.

Before he could call her back, apologize, Camilla stormed into his bathing chamber, grabbing the new dress he’d magicked for her on the way.

She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the portrait on his ceiling. The one she’d eyed with mirth instead of lust earlier.

Envy fell back onto the bed, cursing. He was a miserable prick.

It had been hours since Envy had been inside Camilla, an hour since their fight, and the craving still hadn’t abated. If anything, it had worsened. Especially after he relived each of their encounters, his mind pausing when she’d suggested they move to his throne.

He knew exactly what that had been about, and she’d been correct. Envy would never sit on it again without picturing her round little bottom bouncing with each thrust, silver hair gleaming like the dagger it was, aimed straight to his heart.

She’d skewered him with her cunning. She’d owned him on his damn throne.

And he liked it.

Camilla was dangerous. She made Envy want things he shouldn’t.

After she’d left him hard and wanting in bed, all but calling him the cunt he’d been, he reminded himself of the game. His goal.

His court.

And the mistake he’d made that continued to punish him.

He needed to move on from their night. Focus.

Perhaps Camilla was the ultimate test.

If Envy didn’t win, he would no longer have a court.

And that would be exactly the sort of thing Lennox would want. To first see the vampire court in chaos, quickly followed by Envy’s circle falling.

No matter what conflicted feelings he felt at the moment, Envy wouldn’t lose sight of his goal now.

Which was why they were now standing in the antechamber of a throne room that didn’t belong to him, awaiting entry.

He slanted a look in Camilla’s direction. She stood beside him, spine straight, keeping her attention on the double doors, probably admiring the carvings. She’d worn Envy’s House colors without argument, even after the frustrating end to their night.

The gown he’d magicked was deep hunter-green silk bordering on black. It showed more skin than the styles she was used to in the mortal realm, but she never seemed put off by that.