Chapter 393 – Dragon Who Wants to Hoard Me
"No," Mira whispered, licking his collarbone. "You'll come when I say you can."
And his groan could've shattered glass.
She pressed her lips to his ear.
"You'll come like a good boy. When I say so. Not before. Got it?"
Lux laughed.
Not the playful kind. Not the soft, amused huff he gave when Sira teased him or when Naomi rolled her eyes at his ego.
No.
This laugh was lower. Darker.
It curled through the air like smoke. Like hunger slipping past his lips in silk-wrapped venom.
Then his voice dropped.
"That…" he murmured, eyes half-lidded, smile curling sharp and dangerous, "that's the part I can't agree with."
And Mira froze. Just for a second.
Not in fear—never that.
But in awareness.
Because she felt it.
The shift.
That wasn't the Lux who let her play audit-the-incubus.
This was the demon now.
The son of Greed and Lust. The one who could make kings bankrupt with a smile and queens beg with a single word.
