Chapter 1098: You Did Well

Chapter 1098 – You Did Well

Gula’s gazed locked on his cock. Her core clenched. The memory of its brutal, perfect possession was a phantom ache inside her. She wanted it again.

Lux’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. His focus was entirely on Gula, on the raw, unfiltered need written all over her face. "Do you want more, Gula?" he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "You do. I can see it. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. Your breath is coming in little pants. You’re practically drooling for it."

Her blush returned with a vengeance, a hot tide creeping up her neck and burning her cheeks. But she didn’t look away. She couldn’t.

She crawled to him, moving across the rumpled sheets. She settled her wet pussy on top of his cock. She let the hard length slide along her folds, coating him with her arousal.

Lux groaned, a low, guttural sound of pleasure. His hands came to rest on her hips, his grip tightening. "Gula..."

She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, and she moved. A slow, deliberate glide. The friction was exquisite. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure through her.

Lux’s head tilted back, exposing the strong column of his throat.

Gula watched it with hungry eyes.

There was something addictive about seeing Lux like this. Not polished. Not composed. Not the untouchable demon prince who could ruin families with a smile and fix million-dollar projects while complaining about coffee.

This Lux breathed hard.

This Lux’s hands tightened on her hips.

This Lux looked at her like she was not a snack, not a joke, not the silly girl always searching for sweets, but something dangerous enough to make him lose rhythm.

Gula liked that too much.

She moved slowly over him, soft sounds slipping from her lips, her body still trembling from everything he had already done to her. Her thighs burned. Her heart pounded. Her skin felt too sensitive, but her hunger refused to fade.

Lux’s eyes lowered to her.

Dark.

Possessive.

Proud.

"You really don’t know when to stop," he murmured.

Gula smiled through her blush. "I’m Gluttony."

His mouth curved. "Excuse accepted."

Then...

"That’s why the pheromones are so thick."

A woman’s voice came from the corner.

Gula did not stop.

Lux’s eyes shifted.

Slowly.

There, sitting on the chair near the window as if she had been invited to a royal performance, was Sira.

She had one leg crossed over the other, shopping bags piled beside her feet, a faint smirk resting on her lips. Her hair was perfect. Her dress was perfect. Her timing was criminal.

Lux stared at her.

"Sira," he said, voice rough. "You’re home."

Sira’s eyes moved over him, then Gula, then the ruined bed, then Lullaby sleeping shamelessly under a tangled sheet like an exhausted little sinner who had clocked out after doing her part.

"Yes," Sira said. "Clearly not a moment too soon."

Gula glanced once at Sira.

Then returned all her attention to Lux.

She was busy.

Lux exhaled through his nose. "How was shopping?"

Sira lifted one brow. "You’re asking about shopping now?"

"I am trying to preserve manners."

"While Gula is sitting on you?"

Gula hummed, cheeks flushed but expression pleased. "I can stop."

Lux’s hands tightened on her hips immediately. "No."

Sira laughed softly. That laugh slid through the room like wine poured over a blade. "Shopping was good," she said. "We even brought Yue and Aela in disguise."

Lux blinked. "You brought Yue?"

"She insisted."

Sira leaned back in the chair, clearly enjoying herself. "Aela kept asking what everything was. Escalators. Fitting rooms. Sunglasses. Yue stood in the middle of one store holding a leather jacket and asked whether mortals wore battle hides for courtship."

Lux’s mouth twitched despite himself. "That sounds like her."

"We bought clothes for ourselves," Sira continued. "And for that cat sorcerer. Several. Very cute ones."

Sira shrugged. "But when we went to her room, she had already turned into a human."

Lux gave her a look. "You entered her room?"

"Naomi checked first. Relax." Sira waved one hand. "The room smelled like your candle. Very thoughtful, by the way."

Lux said nothing.

Sira’s smile deepened. "Oh? No denial?"

"I was managing a guest."

"You tucked her in, didn’t you?"

Gula looked down at Lux with bright eyes. "He did." She leaned down and kissed his jaw. "Good demon."

Sira’s eyes gleamed. "How sweet. Our greedy prince is feeding cats, tucking in sorcerers, exhausting Gluttony, corrupting Sloth, and still pretending he is merely doing household management."

She stood from the chair.

The air changed.

Pride moved differently from Gluttony. Gula came close like appetite seeking warmth. Lullaby drifted in like sleep pulling blankets over desire.

Sira advanced like a queen approaching a throne she fully intended to share.

Her eyes never left Lux.

"But," Sira said, voice dipping lower, "at least I found you in this state."

Gula slowed slightly, looking at Sira with flushed curiosity.

Sira reached the edge of the bed and placed one knee onto the mattress.

"So..." Her smirk turned wicked. "I can join you."

Lux looked at her.

The room tightened.

From attention.

Gula felt it immediately. The shift in Lux’s body beneath her. The way his breath deepened. The way his eyes sharpened, not only with lust, but with calculation. Checking. Reading. Measuring.

He still checked the room before taking more.

His gaze moved first to Gula. "Gula."

She knew what he was asking.

Not with words.

Do you want this?

Gula’s blush deepened. A strange little spark of possessiveness flickered in her chest.

Sira was beautiful.

Sharp. Confident. Experienced. Proud enough to make even moonlight ask permission.

For a second, Gula almost wanted to say no.

’Mine’.

But then she remembered Lux’s arms around her. His voice calling her his. His hand feeding her pleasure and restraint both. She was not being replaced.

She was being invited into more.

Gula swallowed, then nodded. "I want to see."

Sira’s smile softened by one dangerous fraction. "Good girl."

Gula made a tiny embarrassed sound. "Don’t steal his line."

Lux’s mouth curved. "She can borrow it."

Sira leaned closer to Gula, fingers brushing lightly under her chin. "You did well," Sira murmured. "You made him look half-ruined."

Gula’s chest filled with pride so fast she almost forgot to be shy. "I did?"

Sira smirked. "Yes... Now, we’ll ruin him together..."