Queen Delilah accepted the broken spear with a smile that was equal parts diplomatic and predatory.
She didn't waste time. She ushered Orion and his entourage into the heart of the palace, throwing a banquet that was nothing short of decadent. She even cleared out the most opulent wing of the estate, designating it as Orion's exclusive quarters.
But the real tour happened later that night.
Delilah led Orion away from the noise of the party, down into the cool silence of the lower levels, stopping before the massive, reinforced doors of the treasury. She didn't reach for a pocket. Instead, she held Orion's gaze, slid her hand down the front of her gown, and dipped her fingers into her panties.
She fished around for a moment before pulling out a heavy, ornate key, slick with her own arousal and warm from her body heat. She slotted it into the lock. Click. The heavy doors groaned open.
