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Chapter no 29

Throne of the Fallen (Prince of Sin, #1)

AFTER YOU,ย MISSย Antonius.โ€

Envy held the giant spruce branch back, fully revealing the tiny cottage heโ€™d hidden beneath the giant evergreen the last time heโ€™d brought a mortal woman into his realm.

He didnโ€™t like to think of that, of her, so he focused instead on his handiworkโ€”thoughย cottageย was a generous term for the little cabin heโ€™d made by hacking away at trees, fusing them together with bits of magic. Nothing too intense, nothing that would anger the Corridor. If heโ€™d been able to conjure the building entirely, he would have done so. Alas, heโ€™d rolled up his sleeves and had gotten to work.

Envy supposed he still felt some small sense of accomplishment.

Camilla seemed startled at first, but now looked the structure over with interest, just as sheโ€™d done with every inch of the Sin Corridor today. He hadnโ€™t known this blasted place to inspire such amazement or intrigue before; Camilla had surprised him with her enthusiasm for its arctic depths.

And even more surprising, thus far sheโ€™d seemed to avoid most influence, furthering his growing suspicion that she was keeping a secret. But Envy knew that when sleep eventually pulled her under, Camilla would succumb to the wicked realm. No beingโ€”not even the strongest vampires, shape-shifters, or Faeโ€”could withstand the seductive pull of the Sin Corridor.

And that was without the physical attraction already sizzling between them.

Heโ€™d kept his connection to her senses open, ensuring that heโ€™d know if she felt distressed or fearful at any point along their journey. If something attacked, he wanted to know immediately.

When they first arrived, sheโ€™d been burning with anger that heโ€™d brought her without warning. What heโ€™d neglected to admit was that heโ€™d waited until he sensed her readiness, long before sheโ€™d formally given him an answer.

The true surprise came as she trudged through the storm behind him.

Heโ€™d felt a tingle of fear that had quickly turned to excitement. When her arousal slammed into him next, heโ€™d nearly lost his footing. Heโ€™d glanced over his shoulder, and her gaze had raked over him from head to toe, carnal and untamed. Heโ€™d strained to feel any indication that she was being tested for lust, but he didnโ€™t think so. What sheโ€™d felt had been her own emotions. He wasnโ€™t sure sheโ€™d been aware of it. But he couldnโ€™t forget.

And now they were about to be trapped for hours, alone in the cabin with one large issue.

Envy reached past her and yanked the frozen knob until it twisted free, the small door popping open with a loud crack as its coat of ice shattered. The shards sparkled atop the snow like broken glass.

Camilla gave him a look, then stepped inside. Just past the doorway, she paused.

He knew why.

They were going to beย veryย cozy tonight.

The tiny one-room cabin was dark and windowless, the square space taken up almost entirely by one large bed. And byย bedย Envy meant the thick layers of pine boughs heโ€™d braided into a lush platform.

The โ€œbedโ€ was pressed against the far wall, leaving only a small path for him to open the door fully.

The air was stale but laced with the warmth of the pine. Theyโ€™d be warm and safe from the elements. Hours had passed, and even if she wasnโ€™t tired yet, Camilla needed to sleep before the worst of the storm hit.

Envy gently nudged her forward. She dug her heels in.

โ€œThereโ€™s barely enough room for the bed.โ€

What she avoided mentioning was the fact that theyโ€™d practically have to

lie curled around each other to fit upon it. A fact heโ€™d been partly dreading, partly anticipating.

It was going to be his own sort of personal hell to have Camilla pressed against him while experiencing the sensation of sins.

โ€œApologies for the less-than-stellar accommodations, Your Highness,โ€ he mocked softly. โ€œNext time we travel through the Corridor, Iโ€™ll make sure to add another wing to the cabin.โ€

She called him a gloriously filthy name under her breath but let him step past her, swirling his cloak from his shoulders and spreading it over the bed of boughs, like a sheet of sorts. He gestured that Camilla could lie down, which she did with a glare, crawling onto the mattress and testing its stability before moving to the far side. Envy closed the door behind him, making sure it caught firmly in its frame, and then climbed atop the mattress at her side.

Her warmth enveloped him almost instantly, her scent filling the space between them until all he could think of was how much he envied her perfume for touching her skin when he couldnโ€™t.

โ€œWill we travel directly to House Sloth?โ€ she asked. โ€œOnce weโ€™reโ€ฆ done here?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ he said. โ€œWeโ€™ll travel a bit farther to please the Corridor, then Iโ€™llย transvenioย us to my brotherโ€™s circle as soon as I can. We should arrive by midmorning.โ€

โ€œTransvenio,โ€ย she repeated quietly. โ€œAccording to my fatherโ€™s stories, thatโ€™s how demon princes travel between realms. Like shifting from one reality to the next. Which is how we arrived at the gates earlier. Correct?โ€

โ€œIndeed.โ€

โ€œWonโ€™t we see your court first?โ€

He swallowed tightly. โ€œThereโ€™s no time for a visit.โ€

He supposed he should send a missive to Sloth first before showing up unannounced, but to do so heโ€™d need to stop at his House and await the royal admittance to the rival court, which meant Camilla would see the crumbling kingdom firsthand. Even if he brought her to his royal cottage on the outskirts of his grounds, too much could go wrong. Sloth would likely take his time responding, and that was the one thing Envy could not risk now: wasting any more time.

He allowed himself a brief fantasy of a different story unfolding. Of his

House being robust, filled with life and art, and demons who collected all manner of objects and items to inspire his sin in their circle mates.

Envy wanted to see Camillaโ€™s gaze sweep over everything when it was as glimmering and wondrous as it used to be. He wanted to know if sheโ€™d like his House, his galleries, his curiosities. His bedchamber.

And that was dangerous.

He shouldnโ€™t want any of it.

She was quiet for a few moments.

โ€œYou said youโ€™re playing a gameโ€ฆ thatโ€™s what all of this is for. Whatโ€™s at stake?โ€

Everything,ย he thought. โ€œAn artifact I covet,โ€ he finally said. It was true enough.

โ€œYouโ€™re doing all this for an artifact?โ€ she asked. โ€œIt must be very important.โ€

He stared at the wooden ceiling, his jaw tight. They were getting too close to discussing his greatest mistake, especially here, where heโ€™d once broughtย her.

Camilla rolled over to face him, but he didnโ€™t look back at her. He couldnโ€™t.

โ€œTake off your cloak,โ€ he said instead. When he sensed her surprise, he finally looked over and gestured at their exposed bodies. โ€œWeโ€™ll use it as a blanket.โ€

Camilla gave him a long, silent once-over, but she did as he asked, and he helped her to wrap the edges of the garment around them. As a final act of chivalry, he pulled off his waistcoat, bundling it up to form a pillow he placed under her head.

As she settled back, even more snugly situated against his side, Envy decided to count backward from one thousand, focusing on his end goal.

He hated Lennox and his royal Unseelie Fae. Hated them beyond anything heโ€™d hated before. He would not only see his court restored but would see Lennoxโ€™s Unseelie court obliterated in return. Heโ€™d toy with them all as Lennox had with him.

โ€œEnvy?โ€ Camilla whispered, breaking his focus. He felt her stir under the cloak, and then a warmed finger emerged, which she reached over to run along his jaw.

Heโ€™d been gnashing his teeth.

He forced himself to relax.

โ€œHow many other players do you think there are? In this game?โ€ she asked, removing her hand.

โ€œDepends on how many others the game master has wronged. Could be five, or twenty. Or just down to two or three, by now.โ€

โ€œWhat happens to the players who donโ€™t solve their clues?โ€

โ€œTheir fate is decided by the game master. He can choose to let them leave peacefully, or he can kill them. Their lives are his from the moment they sign the blood oath.โ€

Camillaโ€™s breath hitched. He finally dropped his attention to her. She was biting her lip, her expression pinched. He wanted to smooth the line between her brows but didnโ€™t. No good would come from such tenderness.

โ€œWhat if they donโ€™t sign a blood oath? At the start?โ€ She looked worried, but he wasnโ€™t sure why.

โ€œAs far as I know, everyone who plays has signed the oath. Itโ€™s what allows the game master to enforce the rules.โ€

โ€œWhat do you think weโ€™re looking for next?โ€ she asked, rolling back over to look up at the ceiling now. โ€œThe riddle didnโ€™t give us a real clue.โ€

He liked that she considered them a team. Too much.

โ€œMy brother is quite the collector, and House Sloth is filled with books and artifacts. I imagine weโ€™ll find the next clue in one of his libraries. Weโ€™ll just have to look for something that doesnโ€™t belong.โ€

She rolled over to face him again, her expression wary.

โ€œAnd this game masterโ€ฆ Iโ€™ve heard the Fae play games. The Unseelie King in particular.โ€

Clever woman.

He debated indulging her again but couldnโ€™t see the harm in admitting she was correct.

โ€œThey do. Lennox, the Unseelie King, is the game master.โ€

Camilla grew silent. He wondered what stories sheโ€™d heard of the Unseelie King. Wondered if she knew just how dangerous he was when he wanted something.

Envy suddenly did not want her getting tangled up in all that. โ€œSleep.

Tomorrow will be a long day.โ€

Camilla had spun over to lie on her other side, and now she went still.

Heโ€™d tried to respect her boundaries, ignoring his eagerness to spy on her feelings in this close space, but he couldnโ€™t help himselfโ€”he opened that channel between them again, and clearly detected her irritation.

โ€œYou must be surrounded by demons who kiss your royal ass often,โ€ she said suddenly, and he flinched. โ€œNot everyone enjoys being ordered around.โ€

Godsโ€™ bones. The woman drove him mad. Perhaps it was time to return the favor again, have a bit of fun before the search was back on.

โ€œNormally, theyโ€™re kissing my cock.โ€ Envy smiled as her jealousy swept through the cabin. โ€œAnd they enjoy it very much when I order them around.โ€

She kept her back to him, pretending he no longer existed.

Her jealousy gave him something to focus on, something to enjoy. He didnโ€™t like being back in this space, not after all that had happened. He couldnโ€™t help but taunt her a little, to remind himself how different this situation was.

โ€œIn fact, I give all sorts of orders,โ€ he said, shifting to stare at the ceiling, hands behind his head. โ€œSome you might recall. Take off your clothes. Lie down. Spread your thighs.โ€ He paused, and then said slowly, โ€œCome for me.โ€

She swallowed audibly, her energy now tinged with arousal. Envy knew she was recalling that recent night in vivid detail.

โ€œA good lover gives me orders too, pet. Would you like some examples?โ€

She cursed over her shoulder, telling him exactly where he could go. He rolled to the side again, facing her back, and dropped his voice into a seductive growl.

โ€œFuck me harder, deeper, faster.ย There. Donโ€™t stop.โ€ He was entirely too pleased by her sharp intake of breath. โ€œI play along, Camilla, good and obedient for a time.โ€

โ€œI am completely uninterested in your conquests, Your Highness.โ€

โ€œMm.โ€ He knew that was true without using his senses. But he also knew she perversely enjoyed thinking about him doing each of those things to her.

Realizing that he himself was more affected than heโ€™d intended, he allowed silence to fall between them once more, trying to ignore the warm

curve of her backside just inches away.

At first, he sensed her disappointmentโ€”sheย likedย playing games, he realizedโ€”but then her exhaustion finally kicked in. He hoped she would sleep well now and put aside new worries about Lennox and his treacherous game. Sure enough, Camillaโ€™s breath finally turned slow and even. Sleep fell over her like a blanket of freshly fallen snow.

He waited until sheโ€™d been asleep for some time before stealing another glimpse. She lay curled on her side, the cloak tucked up firmly beneath her pointed chin.

Sleep didnโ€™t come for Envy; he doubted it would, and anyway, heโ€™d prefer to stay alert. Few creatures in this forest would dare intrude upon him, but still, the game was afoot. He wasnโ€™t sure how much time had passed when she suddenly rolled back over, toward him, slowly clutching at the cloak, as if trying not to tumble into a dream.

Silver hair fanned around her in a halo, giving her the look of an angel.

Her lashes were long and dark, resting in little half-moons on her golden cheeks.

She looked peaceful, completely at ease. Like the male next to her was some kind of knight, and not a wicked prince.

Envy couldnโ€™t recall a time anyone had laid themselves so bare before him.

He slowly reached over, pushing a loose curl behind Camillaโ€™s delicate ear. Her lips parted, a contented sigh slipping through. She was deep within sleep now, fully relaxed. He thought to envy her such peace, but somehow, he couldnโ€™t.

He knew the Sin Corridor would show her no mercy now. Envy rolled onto his back again, gaze fixed to the ceiling. His whole body was tensed, waiting.

He tried to focus on what the next clue might be. Solving the riddles and winning the game should be the only worry in his head. And yetโ€ฆ the more he considered Lennox insisting that Camilla accompany him, the more he hated that she was here.

He should have left her in Waverly Green.

If heโ€™d been a better male, he would have. Consequences be damned. Camillaโ€™s breath shifted, broken by a slight catch.

He swallowed thickly.

And so the long night began.

Now her even breathing turned into little gasps of continual pleasure.

His hands curled into fists as they merged into soft moans.

Envy tried to focus on the sleet outside, the howling winds knocking the door against its frame. Anything to avoid thinking of when heโ€™d been between her legs, eliciting those same sounds. One taste of her had been dangerousโ€”it hadnโ€™t remotely sated him.

As if in response, she thrashed against her cloak, rolling to face away from him, in the process exposing her neck. With a soft murmur, she seemed to draw closer to his warmth, her hips rolling until her plump little bottom found his side, where she rubbed against his hip, seeking friction.

She was undoubtedly being tested for lust.

Envy locked his attention on the damn ceiling, attempted to count the grains in the wood. Camilla was stirring again, her hands coursing up her body. Despite being buried below her cloak, he could feel their path as if it were his own. First they were sliding over her hips, pausing atop her quivering stomach, then up onto her breasts, where her fingers cupped her generous curves, no doubt finding pleasure in their tempting give as she squeezed.

Selfishly, he hoped she was seeing him in her sin-fueled dreams. Recalling how it had felt asย heย made her come.

Despite his best efforts to be a gentleman, Envyโ€™s cock stiffened.

What he wouldnโ€™t give to push her thighs apart and sink into her, to slam their hips together until they shattered apart. He couldnโ€™t be tested by the Sin Corridor, but in that moment, heโ€™d almost swear he was.

Envy brought a fist to his mouth and bit down hard, but the pain only focused his desire for pleasure.

Camilla was kicking off her cloak now and reaching down, drawing her skirts up, showing off supple skin contained only by silk stockings, made for worshipping.

He could no longer help himself. He watched, rapt, as she circled her hips, lifting them, lost in her phantom loverโ€™s caress. The soft exhale of her breath tangled with the rustling of her skirts, the scent of pine released from their bed with every movement. As if against his will, he felt his hand closing over his erection, stroking atop his trousers in a matching rhythm.

Camilla slowly opened her eyes and, to his surprise, stared straight at

him. Seeing his own arousal, she pushed herself up to her knees, maneuvering gracefully as she straddled him, skirts billowing down as she braced her hands on his shoulders. Above her stockings her thighs were bare, and he could feel their smoothness where they tightened against his hips.

โ€œCamilla,โ€ he warned, suddenly alert. โ€œWake up.โ€

She smiled at him below her heavy eyelids, the most wonderfully devious, wicked curve heโ€™d ever seen.

โ€œWho says Iโ€™m asleep, Your Highness?โ€

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