Chloe pulled back and eyed his shaft. It was hard steel covered in hot velvet. She fisted him gently, stroking him, learning him. He tensed, his eyes dark with arousal, his cheeks flushed with color.

Chloe felt something come over her. Some temptress that wanted to bring this man to his knees with pleasure.

He was so wide in her hand, her fingers barely met. As she squeezed him and dragged her hand up to the head, a drop of semen beaded. Suddenly, she had to know what it tasted like.

Her tongue darted out to lick the drop away. Her eyes hooded at the taste, salty and masculine. She sucked the head of him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the soft, pliable skin, feeling the hard steel of him underneath. The hands on her shoulders pulled her, urged her down. She went.

He was so long there was no way she could fit him in her mouth. It made something deep in her sex pulse with need. She took him as far as she could and held him there, her hand squeezing and pumping the rest of his shaft. He stuffed her full, wide, and deep.

“Chloe,” he said raggedly. His cock pulsed in her mouth as if it had its own rapid

heartbeat.

The sharp rap on the door brought Tyrian to a sitting position. “What?” he shouted.

Chloe recognized Rayn’s voice. “Commander, we have news on the demon. You might

want to hear this.” Tyrian did something that surprised Chloe to her core.

“Later!” he shouted, then lay back on the bed, thrusting inside the wet, suctioning heat of her mouth.

Chloe smiled at him, pulling away to rub his wet cock. Her body was heating all over like a heater was warming her. The way he looked in her hand, the way he writhed and grimaced in agony below her. She had the power of this great commander, and she loved it.

“Take me in your mouth, Chloe.” It wasn’t a request.

Ever the servant, she obeyed. She sucked him deep, licking and bobbing her head over his shaft as her hand worked below. One hand curled tightly into her hair and her pussy flooded with liquid heat. To see him losing control was the sexiest thing in the world.

His hips thrust against her mouth, pushing him an extra inch inside her. The thrusts grew faster, her hand pumped harder, quicker. She sucked him deep and felt him swell in her mouth, pressing her lips wider.

Groans passed through his throat, tantalizing her senses. His hand pressed her closer and she knew he was so close. She did everything she could, sucking hard and squeezing him, dying to know what it felt like, what he tasted like.

Then he held her down, his cock twitching in her mouth as semen surged in her mouth.

She swallowed the hot salty liquid, moaning with him. She drank every drop, before slowly pulling her mouth away.

Her lips tingled and her jaw was a little sore but it was worth the look on his face. Utterly relaxed, completely satisfied.

“Chloe...”

“You can say it, I’m awesome.”

He started choking, then it turned into a bellowing laugh. The sound curled her toes, made her lift her chin a little higher. He looked at her with something akin to amazement.

Something unrecognizable flickered across his face.

“I have to go see to Rayn.” He got up and started pulling on clothes. Chloe watched him with a small smile on her face.

When he was finished, he stopped in front of her. With a look so serious it scared her he said, “You’re either the best thing that has happened in my life or the worst. For both our sakes, I hope it’s not the latter.”

He curled his hand around the back of her head and brought her up to meet his kiss. It was passionate, searing in its intensity.

Chloe watched him go and felt a heavy seeping feeling fill her gut. She rubbed it, but knew she stood no chance of it going away. Something bad was coming. And soon.

Later that day, Chloe was lounging in the great room with Lily.

They’d chatted about their Protectors and about Papa and this completely crazy situation.

Chloe hadn’t seen Tyrian but she knew he was busy. Lily’d said she had an idea for a spell and a potion for that matter.

“What kind of potion?”

Lily opened her case. It was a big, old-fashioned apothecary’s case where she kept herbs, flasks, and other crafting materials.

“I want to ensure that we’ll vanquish the demon. So while reciting the spell we’re about to make, you’re going to chant the spell over and over then throw the liquid on the demon.”

Chloe sat up straight. “You want me to get close to it? I can’t do that.”

“Well you don’t have to. Consider this a backup plan in case everything goes wrong and it does get near you. Then you can feel extra safe.” Lily talked about the great demon monster getting close to her as if she already knew it would.

“Did you see that in a dream, Lily?”

“No, not that.” Sighing, Chloe relaxed back into her seat only to bolt back up.

“Wait, what did you see then?”

Lily sighed, her mouth pulling into a frown. Chloe recognized that look. It meant danger.

“What is it?”

“You really don’t want to know,” she insisted.

“Oh screw that, I really want to know! Tell me, Lily. Is it really bad?” Was it the reason her gut had been feeling worse and worse lately?

Lily began meticulously sorting her ingredients out before her. Sighing heavily, she finally said, “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you...I saw Tyrian drinking from some aristo looking lady.”

Chloe didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worse. “When?” Lily gave her a look and Chloe grimaced. She knew Lily had no way of knowing the time that anything happened in her dreams.

“Tyrian had a frimar. I think I convinced him last night, though, to stop seeing her.” She was pretty damn sure actually. She couldn’t even wipe the stupid grin off her face.

Lily grinned. “I just bet you did, sis.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to go find her. She’s a little...fancy but I think you’ll like her.”

Lily nodded, shooing her away with her hand.

“Go, I’m going to get started on this.”

Chloe made her way to the off-limits wing. As she turned down the corridor that would take her there, she spotted Henry marching towards her. His eyes were flashing mad, his jaw clenched. He stopped when he saw her.

“Hello, Chloe. How are you?”

“Just fine. How are you doing? You look like someone just gave you some bad news.”

“Not quite. Someone just made a very bad mistake.” Understanding settled in.

“A woman?” He nodded. “Is it the healer?” His eyes narrowed on her.

“Has she said something to you?”

“What? No, of course not. I haven’t seen her. Why is something wrong?”

“Yeah, I listened to a liar.” And with that, he stalked away without even a goodbye.

Chloe whistled under her breath then climbed the staircase.

Lucinda’s door was already parted open. Chloe knocked on it gently and heard the soft rustling of clothing before the door opened gently.

Lucinda’s eyes lit up. “Chloe! How wonderful to see you. Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, no thanks. Hey, my sister’s downstairs and we were wondering if you’d like to

come hang out with us. That is unless you’re busy.” Chloe peered around her into the feminine, bright room.

Lucinda’s eyes widened. “Really? Me?”

Chloe laughed. “Yeah, why not?” The beauty blushed then and looked away.

“Well, I just didn’t think you’d want to be around me since I’m Tyrian’s frimar.”

Chloe grinned. “Not anymore you’re not. I talked to him about it. He won’t be using you anymore. You’re free!” Lucinda didn’t look nearly as happy as Chloe thought she’d would. In fact, she looked downright crestfallen.

“Oh, yes, thank you.”

“What’s wrong?” Chloe was afraid to find out.