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    Distracted as I was, it took me a moment to realize the room had fallen into a chant. Spoken in thick, guttural Hades, I didn’t recognize the words at first, but when I did I jerked around to meet Dialle’s black, swirling gaze.
    It is time, my queen.
    Shit!
    His chuckle was a deep rumble in my mind. My panties dampened at the sound.
    Like a trapped but strangely fascinated animal, I watched him descend the platform and reach for my hand. Placing my palm on his, I grimaced. Are we sure there’s no way around this?
    We are very sure, Astra. Relax, I promise you’ll enjoy it.
    That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
    Dialle walked me over to the raised platform and turned to the crowd. Lifting our joined hands between us he opened his mouth and spoke in a voice that reverberated off the walls of the cavernous room and made my special place clench with desire.
    “I give you the Court of Dialle the Second.” He turned to look me in the eye. “I offer you my choice of Queens, and promise you her pleasure. For according to the traditions of this Royal Court, my queen’s pleasure bears us up, and ensures our invincibility against our foes.”
    What? Huh? Well that at least was good news. He had very good motivation to make me happy.
    Dialle’s lips lowered to mine. I placed my hand on his chest, fully intending to question his latest revelation. But, as we touched, the very air around us sparked and flared, bathing us in vibrant oranges and scorching reds.
    Instead of burning at their touch, the flames fired the nerve endings of my skin, so that the whisper-soft touch of Dialle’s fingers against my skin sent me into paroxysms of lust.

CHAPTER TWO
    Frunk Me to the Moon
    The royal court doth gather and watch, to see the royals frunk,
    The heat of lust doth fire their lust, and daze them as if drunk.
    I dropped my head back as Dialle’s lips forged a hot trail over my throat. He stopped at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, hovering over the daemon hickey he’d given me at our first joining.
    The pale red, tear-shaped devil’s mark thrummed in expectation of his touch, sending bolts of delight through my body, which centered in the throbbing spot between my thighs.
    His lips moved and warm breath bathed the tender, expectant flesh below them as he murmured a series of words in the language of Hades.
    The air around us changed, becoming even more infused with magic and electricity, until I felt as if firm, spectral hands pulled my body up tightly against his, binding us together like one, sensually charged entity.
    Still he murmured over my hickey. The heat level in our little sphere increased. Multi-hued sparks flew from every spot where our bodies touched and a musky, sexual scent rose from our skin.
    My brain grew muzzy from sensual overload and I moaned, grinding the spot that ached and pulsed with need into Dialle’s hard thighs. On some level I knew he was enhancing my reactions with magic. My body, never a reluctant participant in matters of lust and love with Dialle, had been fired to a fever pitch, until I was nearly mindless with longing.
    “My queen.” Dialle murmured over my tender flesh and his mouth lowered to capture the pulsating flesh of my devil’s mark between his lips.
    A razor-sharp arrow of pleasure burst through me and I cried out as it zigzagged through my body, tearing a trail of sexual delight through my flesh and exploding against the throbbing bud of my clit. I fell over the edge and into pure, unadulterated bliss. Just like that I was vibrating with an orgasm like I’d never experienced before. The flames that danced around us speared into me, infusing my body with light and heat and turning me brittle with sensation. The barest whisper of a touch against my skin sent me into new spasms of sensation and delight.
    Dialle found my gasping lips and covered them, his heated tongue snaking out to taste my breath and claim my cries. My hands convulsed at my sides, fingers clenching