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I leaned into my chair, taking a few deep breaths to calm me. It didn’t do much. She seemed to have tainted even the air around me, and my pitiful attempt at meditating was ruined by her pillowy, soft lips and long lashes fluttering as she spoke back at me at the gala.

Frustration coursed through me, and I decided to retire for the night. A good sleep would help with my mood. I might end up finding her lurking in my dreams, but I’d be rested and in a better mood to deal with things.

I opened the door to my room and was immediately confronted with the image of Lilith sprawled naked on the bed, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

She looked like something out of any man’s wildest fantasies with the dim lights of the candle softly illuminating her skin and adding a golden sheen to her hair.

My cock stirred slightly, but that was it. No erection, no throbbing, no jumping with excitement like it would’ve done a few years ago, just a brief acknowledgment at the sight of a naked woman and nothing else.

“Hey, baby.” She purred, letting her legs fall apart and giving me an eyeful of her pink glistening pussy. The potent smell of her arousal clung tightly to the air in the room, and this time, I felt nothing. Not even a twitch of acknowledgment.

“Won’t you say hi to me? I’ve been waiting all day for you, and it took everything in me not to touch myself at the thought of you.” Her hand trailed from her neck to her breast. She cupped and toyed with the mound of flesh for a moment before moving to her pussy.

She dipped a finger into herself, and an exaggerated moan escaped her lips. I watched as she stared at me with heavy lids, slowly fingering herself.

Against my better judgment, I found myself thinking about what it would feel like to walk in on Mira fingering herself to thoughts of me. Was she as affected as I was after our meeting? At some point in our dance, I could feel her taut nipples brushing against my chest and her voice growing breathy.

Did she return home to get off to thoughts of me? A wild image of Mira spread out on her bed, her back arched in pleasure while she moaned my name in the throes of passion sent blood rushing to my cock, and I was as hard as steel.

Lilith must’ve noticed the prominent bulge in my pants as a sly smile stretched across her lips. She decided to take matters into her own hands by slipping out of bed and coming to stand in front of me.

“So hard, so thick…” She murmured, softly gripping my cock through my pants and scattering kisses on my neck. “I knew you missed me.”

I moved to push her away but decided against it. Maybe this was what I needed. Maybe if I buried myself deep enough in another woman, I would flush out every bit of Mira and whatever hold she had on me. That’s what I needed to do. I refuse to be controlled by emotions.

I gripped Lilith’s neck, angling her face for a kiss, and swallowed her lips into mine. She let out a moan of approval, her fingers immediately busy with my buttons and belt.

I kissed her harder, fighting the image of Mira that was slowly forming in my head.

Lilith must’ve taken a few steps back while we kissed, and the next thing I knew, I was sinking into the bed with her.

I didn’t mind. I was fighting my own demons, and every stroke of my tongue against hers and light ministrations of my fingers on her clit was my way of purging myself of the ghost that haunted me.

If this was what it would take to get Mira out of my system, I was willing to do it.

You might just get an heir in while you’re at it—a classic win-win situation, my wolf mocked, and I was immediately snapped back into reality.

Something about an heir and sealing my faith with Lilith left a bitter taste in my mouth, and now that I knew Mira was close, it tasted even more rancid.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I muttered, tearing myself away from her and pulling up my trousers.

“No, we’re barely started,” Lilith whined, reaching out for me.

“There’s something I need to take care of,” I replied, fixing my belt. She jumped on me, immediately grabbing my cock, but her face fell when she found it as soft as freshly baked bread.

Her eyes lit up, transforming her face into the perfect picture of rage.

“What is wrong with you!” She yelled, shoving me roughly.

I caught her wrists before she could shove me a second time.

“Lilith, get a hold of yourself. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“I’m the one who’s making a big deal out of nothing? How are we supposed to make an heir if you never touch me?”

Her outburst was all the clarification I needed. Of course, this wasn’t about me. This was about her getting pregnant and securing her position as queen.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied, walking to the door.