Page 18 of Zepharali: Lord of the East Winds (Lords of the Wind Book 3)

Zepharali

Zepharali wanted to give his beloved ample time to be pampered and prepared to receive him, but by the gods, he was becoming more than impatient.

He moved through his solar-powered home, admiring the brightness of it while in the midst of the night. The air was fresh and crisp, thanks to the impressive ventilation system his master masons had created that circulated his summer air.

His floor-to-ceiling windows gave him a gorgeous panoramic view of his suns rising and setting over the oceans and mountains. He believed it created harmony and balance between the modern technology his solar energy created and the naturality of his summer season.

His men must’ve heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall to his bedchamber, opening the double doors before he arrived. Zepharali just resisted putting his ear to the door of the guest room in his quarters where his beloved was being cared for.

Dyan and Lyan gave him identical leers.

“We already see the change.”

Zepharali allowed them to remove his robe, then proceeded through his opulent sanctuary. He glanced around at the rich green and copper hues, the soft linen drapes cascading down the window walls, and hoped Lazaar would like it.

“Crank open the roof panels. I want him to see the stars and planets when he’s lying in my arms.”

Lyan looked happy for him as he rushed to the control panel behind a framed painting of the goddess of love and typed in the codes.

“Instead of your usual shower, lord, I have taken the liberty of drawing a milk and honey bath. I’ll have your skin so soft and delectable he’ll never want to take his hands off you.”

“Fuck’s sake, Lyan. A bath,” Zepharali growled. “I just had a shower.”

His man lifted a sculpted brow, flipping his purple tresses over one shoulder as if offended. “I didn’t take all that time perfecting the water and infusing our finest oils for you to shrug and say I had a shower.”

Zepharali let Dyan remove his clothing and urged him toward the large tub.

The two were so in love with each other that they didn’t gaze upon him with lust anymore.

He sank into the steamy water, refusing to give his men the satisfaction of a long, drawn-out moan.

Oh, that feels good.

“What’s that smell?” He sighed, reclining against the cushioned headrest.

“Sea coconut and lychee melon oil,” Lyan answered, massaging it into his scalp and through his locks.

“He loved my hair,” he whispered, remembering how Lazaar wove his thin fingers through them.

“Of course he did, my lord. And when I’m finished, he won’t be able to resist burying his nose and getting lost.”

Zepharali sank deeper into the silky water and allowed his men to do what they did best.

Well, besides sexing each other.