Hell's Consort

Chapter 154 - Little Pearl

"Hmm, we got side-tracked because of your stubbornness." He murmured conversationally as his lips brushed the back of her neck.

"Anyway, about earlier…." He trailed off ad Luna could feel him smirk on her nape as he prompted , "I can make you come fast."

Her poor ears must have turned red by the way Apollyon blew on her ear and playfully nipping her earlobe at the same time.

Luna flinched when her husband had hit one particular spot, which made her toes curl with exhilaration, creating a slow-burning flame in her core.

He wouldn't give up easily, huh?

"I know perfectly well, Apollyon." Luna gripped the torn skirts of her gown as her breath quickened in anticipation. "You don't have to prove it."

She was trying to hold herself back by exuding a poker-face but honestly, in her mind, she was ready to jump on her husband the moment they enter their bedchamber.

No. She was so horny that it shouldn't have to be in their bed-chamber.

They can go somewhere private as long as there wouldn't be any people watching them.

From Luna's state of mind at the moment, she would reconsider doing it behind a rosebush, just not on top of a horse.

She had enough decency to agree to Apollyon's outrageous suggestion.

Enthralled, Luna breathed with her mouth open as she watched Apollyon's fingers slowly creeping down her inner thigh.

He raised her torn skirts, exposing her ivory skin.

His sensual caresses made her quim tighten as it searched for something to fill it up.

Desire rushed through her bloodstream when Apollyon told her, "If you let me stroke you down there and you come, I will return your stockings."

Luna's gaze flicked to her gossamer stockings wrapped around his shoulders like a goddamned shawl.

Her lips pressed into a tight line with anger, humiliation, and embarrassment for her shameless husband as she focused on his cobalt blue eyes that had captivated women in the Consortium.

She clenched her fist before she fingered that sweep of ink-blank hair, framing his perfectly chiseled face.

Well, wasn't that nice?

It could be a win-win situation for both of them as long as she got her stockings back.

She didn't even know if it smelled good or not for Apollyon to display it for the entire world to see like it was a badge of honor.

Since her husband hadn't thrown it to the ground yet, perhaps she could safely assume that the stockings had smelled like roses.

Facepalm.

Why does her husband always have leverage when it came to bets and bargains?

This was unfair.

Great.

Luna just had to come fast.

That's it.

That's her mission.

Perhaps, she could pull that off with Apollyon's help.

She couldn't believe she would agree to this just to get her goddamned stockings back.

"Alright." Luna agreed. "Do it."

There was a flash of satisfaction in his smoldering blue eyes.

"Are you sure?" Apollyon asked her again because he needed to be sure that Luna wasn't forced—that she was on board with his plans—before he added seriously, "You wanted this, right? I didn't want to make you do something you would regret and blame afterward."

Luna snorted at her husband.

Why would she regret having fun with her husband while she was with him before Ravin could take her away?

"Let's walk ahead and keep the Kings at a distance so that they wouldn't see me." Luna glanced upward to lock gazes with her husband, and her eyes fell unconsciously to his lips and continued, "Before I change my mind."

"Why?" The Vampire King said, but he had already acquiesced as he moved the controlled Nimbus' nuzzle, urging the horse to walk at a faster pace.

He raised one hand and glanced over his shoulder, signaling for the other Kings behind him to stay farther from them. "But I want them to hear you moan while I pleasure you."

Sparks trailed like fireworks in her spine at hearing the total possession in his voice along with the dark passion on his face, which was a complete match.

"No." With her heart-clenching, Luna's vision had turned hazy with lust as she hid her smile, "I wouldn't moan for them, and neither would I moan for you."

Disappointment replaced the passion in her husband's eyes, but then it quickly shifted into a gleam of amusement.

Arching an eyebrow, Apollyon lifted his chin in a challenge. "Is that a bet?"

The Vampire King's hand had infiltrated the soft, sensitive flesh between her thigh, and it shut her up, making her lose the ability to speak in an instant.

Luna slumped back into her husband's arms as she gripped his wrist, attempting to control the pace.

Shutting her eyes tight, her mouth had parted in desperation as she clenched her fists.

Luna's exhales had sounded like broken gasps when she could feel herself dripping wet as Apollyon's fingers drive in and out of her.

She straightened every time her upper body bent forward and arched like a bow.

The sensations she had felt had confused Luna.

She didn't know what she wanted.

Did she like to be touched or not?

The ache to groan in pleasure was a fist in her throat.

She shook her head.

Luna had to come back down to reality.

This wasn't a spectacle.

She had tried to stay in control throughout the whole ordeal.

Luna's face flushed with warmth, but she had no idea if it was from the faint 'plop-plop' sound reverberating in their vicinity while her husband had fingered her quim, or was it from the carnal pleasure Apollyon had evoked on her?

Her inner thighs shook as Apollyon's fingers had stiffened, mimicking the motions of sex and alternated it with curling them towards that little nub—that precious shiny pearl settled at the center of her.

She gripped her husband's forearms while he played her expertly like an instrument.

She gasped at the way his middle finger and forefinger had hit her pearl in quick successions, rubbing against her tight inner walls, made her whole body shake and tremble when she had almost reached the brink of orgasm.

There was a ravaging need inside her soul, urging her to release a throaty moan.

"Apollyon--"

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