by Lexi Blake
Susan gasped. “You slept with her?”
He shrugged. It should have been obvious. He’d spent six weeks shooting a reality DL. What the hell else had there been to do? “I slept with all of them, sis. Haven’t you read the tabloids? My point is she’s nothing like mother. Mother would never try to electrocute a man.”
Alana Dellacourt stood. Her gray eyes were stormy as she stared his way. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think. You wouldn’t like what’s going through my head right now. I have to make sure my clothes are ready for tomorrow’s luncheon. I will have many questions to answer. The Malones are coming over. Their JT recently married a consort, a lovely woman from the Earth plane named Dana. I thought I would be able to announce your engagement, too.”
The Malones ran a rival corporation. His mother and Ava Malone were friendly but deeply competitive. It would bother his mom to have to listen to Ava rave over her son’s new consort. She brought herself up to her full regal height and sauntered out of the room with dignity.
The room was buzzing all around him as many of the corporate attendees followed his mother out. Some stopped to shake his father’s hand, their sympathy utterly apparent. Damn, he was truly fucked. He was going to have to charm the hell out of his parents.
Susan followed their mother, giving Dante a look that made him take a step back.
“Man-whore,” she accused as she stalked past him.
Colin hurried to catch up, but not before throwing his brother-in-law a slightly sympathetic look.
“We’re breaking up?” Cian asked, sounding disappointed. “But I wanted to watch the episode where all the women yell at each other. It’s my favorite part. I still can’t believe they found twenty females who would actually fight each other to date Dante.”
His lovely wife took his hand. She seemed to understand that the evening had taken a distinctly bad turn. “Come on, baby. We’ll watch it in our room.”
Beckett stood with them. Dante didn’t miss the way he slid his hand playfully across his wife’s curves. Beckett Finn was a happy man. Beckett Finn was a man who wasn’t about to get his ass chewed out.
Dante sighed as the Finns left, and he was alone with his father. The room, which had been alive and full moments before, was now as quiet as a tomb. Someone had been smart enough to turn off the sound, but the video was still running. It played pictures of himself and the women he’d turned down one after another.
His stomach sank as he looked at his dad. He loved the man, he truly did. But he didn’t understand him most of the time. Donald Dellacourt had taken Dellacorp from a small-time cattle farm to one of the largest conglomerates on the plane. A few years back, he’d handed over the daily operations to Susan. Dante didn’t blame him. Susan was a better CEO. He wished his father could see that he had something to provide, too.
Like tabloid scandals and a constant stream of mistresses.
“This is the end, son.” His father didn’t yell. It was a bad sign. Donald Dellacourt was a larger-than-life man. He yelled. He screamed. It almost never meant anything. When he was quiet, that was when Dante knew he was in trouble.
“The end of what?” He heard the irritation in his voice. It was a typical reaction. He’d never been one to take punishment well. “I’m thirty years old, Dad. You can’t send me to my room.”
“I can kick you out of your room.”
He swallowed once, and then twice. He was joking. He wasn’t actually going to kick him out of his home. This was beyond bad. “You can’t be serious.”
His father poured a couple of fingers of Scotch and took a long swallow. “I am deadly serious. By your age, I had already founded a company, married your mother, and we had Susan. I’ve given you all the time you need to mature, and you keep acting like an idiot. Tomorrow morning, you’re going to be utterly reviled in the press.”
He was worried about that? He’d weathered many a scandal. “They’ll find a new story the day after. It’s not a problem, Dad. I’ll go down to the surface and pose with poor children. I’ll donate some meal pills to the homeless shelters. It’ll blow over.”
His father brought his fist down on the bar, making the crystal shake. “It will not blow over! It won’t blow over for me or your mother or your sister. All of your life you’ve had everything given to you. You went to the best schools. You’ve always had the best money could buy. You never have to go to the surface for anything but a photo op. I lived on the surface, son. It’s harsh, but it makes a man out of you. If I don’t do something about it, you’ll stay a boy the rest of your life. I don’t want that for you.”
He didn’t like where this conversation was going. He had plans, big plans, that did not involve getting cut off from his inheritance.
Six months before, something amazing had fallen into his lap, and he was close to a major breakthrough. “Dad, give me three more months. The sunscreen Meg brought back is going to sell like gangbusters. The bio-med guys almost have it reverse engineered. There are some compounds in it that don’t naturally occur on this plane, but we’ll make it work.”
His father sighed. He suddenly looked wearier than Dante could ever remember seeing him. “I have no doubt that the chemists can make it work. Don’t try to sell this as some big job. Meggie gave you the sunscreen, and you passed it off to the bio-med team. It doesn’t make you a businessman. You spend far more time partying than you do in the office.”
Humiliation flashed through his system. Everyone discounted him. Even his own family. “How about all the marketing research I’ve done? I can sell this. I can make this our biggest seller within a year. I’ve done the financials. Sunscreen tech can be the most profitable arm of Dellacorp within five years. Bio-med has been our weak point. I can make us a leader in the market.”
His father looked far past his sixty-five years as he shook his head. His anger seemed spent, replaced with something he could only term as disappointment. “No. You’re off the sunscreen project. You’ll bring too much bad publicity. It’s best if you take a break. I’ll make you a deal. Get married, and I’ll let you back in. A wedding would mollify the stockholders. They’ll think you’re finally settling down. Look what happened to Malone Corp when JT married his consort. Might I add, she was pregnant at the time and it wasn’t his kid. Poor thing got hauled off the Earth plane in a delicate condition and JT stepped up to the plate and made his family proud. Got some great PR, too. You know the more I think about it, the more I like this plan.”
“I don’t want to get married,” Dante said. Even when he’d accepted the DL gig, he’d known he wasn’t ready to be anyone’s husband. He was barely thirty. He was still a kid. Maybe JT was ready to be someone’s dad, but the thought horrified Dante.
His father shrugged and scrubbed a hand across his face. “Then I would start looking for a job, son. You have a business degree. I made sure of it.”
His father walked out, leaving Dante stunned in his wake. On the screen behind him, the women were beginning to shout at each other.
Dante slumped into the first chair he found, utterly shocked at the events of the evening.
It had been a stupid idea. He should never have gone on that dumb show. He’d reacted to his cousins’ happiness. He knew his father would never believe it, but he was jealous of what Beck and Ci had found with their bondmate. Meg was a hell of a woman. She was tough and funny, and he genuinely liked her as a person. He hadn’t found anyone as interesting as Megan Finn. He doubted he ever would. How was he supposed to get married when he was half in love with his cousins’ wife?
He’d been looking for a connection. He could lie to everyone, but he knew the truth deep down. He hadn’t found it. He probably never would. And his father sure as hell couldn’t force it on him.
Something wicked and angry took up residence in his gut.
If he couldn’t have love, he decided, he could have the next best thing. Dante pulled out his tablet and dialed up his latest mistress. He was sure his father would disappro
ve, but he needed to let off some steam.
* * * *
Two hours later, he let his head rest against the back of the chair as Amanda King teased the head of his dick with her talented tongue.
“He seriously expects you to get married?” She emphasized the “you” part. The question vibrated against the sensitive skin of his cock.
Dante took a long swallow of Scotch. He knew he probably looked every bit the decadent, care-for-nothing no-good his father had portrayed him as. He was sitting in his mistress’s suite, which he paid for, drinking and letting her pleasure him. The worst part was the fact that while his cock was engaged, his fangs hadn’t popped out yet. He was distracted. Or getting old.
Maybe he really should think about taking a consort. JT Malone seemed happy with his consort. “I got a lecture about how marriage can settle a man down. He threw the Malones in my face. Again.”
The Malones ran a rival corporation and their twin sons were roughly the same age as Dante. They’d been in some of the same schools together, but he’d never gotten close to them.
“You know I heard that he married a chick from the Earth plane, but the twist was it was the same girl he grew up with on this plane,” Amanda murmured against his cock. “It was one of those mirror things. Except the girl he grew up with died when they were teens and then this one shows up and he lost his mind. I wonder if I’m out there somewhere.”
He didn’t even want to think about it. He was probably living it up on the Earth plane, and no one would tell him what to do. It was probably paradise.
Then Amanda ran her tongue from the base of his balls to the crown of his cock, and he wasn’t thinking much anymore. She was extremely good at giving head. What right did his father have to tell him he was useless simply because he liked to party and kept a mistress? He worked hard. Sometimes. Didn’t he deserve to play? Besides, he considered himself a mentor to his mistress. Amanda was a young woman trying to put herself through school without the aid of family or corporate funds. It was a given in their society that she would find a wealthy patron to help her. If she’d been born in a royal line, he would never have touched her, but Amanda was a lovely peasant girl. She knew the score. He could never marry a peasant. It would be a royal or a consort for him.
Even if she’d been a royal, he wouldn’t have considered her. Amanda was all right, but he didn’t love her. And she sure as hell didn’t love him. He suspected she didn’t like royals at all.
His father had been born a royal, but one without money. His father had pulled his entire family off the surface with willpower and intelligence. He was never going to live up to his father.
“Have I lost you?” Amanda stared up at him, her brown eyes questioning. Her hands were on his thighs. He hadn’t even noticed that she’d stopped. What was wrong with him?
He shook his head and stroked her hair. She was a sweet girl, and she’d been good to him in her own way. He didn’t want her to feel insecure. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. My mind is on the problem. Don’t stop. I need this tonight.”
She winked up at him and lowered her head, talking as she pressed kisses along his cock. “You know all the eligible American royals. I doubt any of them will be willing to date you after your Bachelor debacle. Way to break the consort’s heart, by the way,” Amanda pointed out as she cupped his balls.
He stared down at her, reclining in a comfortable chair, watching as the blonde beauty worked. She looked thoughtful. He knew she was contemplating his trouble when she should have been paying attention to his need, but he was practical. She was in this for the cash. If he got married, she had to look for a new “mentor.”
“Are you going to go international? There might be some royal on an island somewhere who didn’t see the show.”
“I’m not going at all,” Dante replied, thrusting his hips up. He relaxed back as her head bobbed up and down. She settled into her task. “I’m not going to let him force me into something I’m not ready for. Just because he wanted to get married and start a family at such a young age doesn’t mean I have to. Oh, yeah. That’s it, sweetheart.”
This was what he needed. He tangled his hands in her hair as his fangs popped out. It had taken them long enough.
He felt her tongue whirl over and around his dick, and he started to thrust into her mouth with purpose. Her mouth was small and warm, but he wanted more. He wanted to give her an orgasm, to remind himself that he could still do something right.
“Come on,” he ordered, pulling her up and into his lap. “Ride me.”
She straddled him obediently. Her brown eyes were warm as she lined his cock up and sank onto him.
Dante forgot about the fight with his father. He forgot about the potential for disaster lurking in the background. He forgot about everything but the need to come. He let his hands trace the lithe lines of her body, guiding her up and down.
He worked his hand in between their bodies. He rubbed his mistress’s clitoris forcefully and was pleased when she came with a mewling cry. He let himself go and groaned as the orgasm took him. He bucked up and held her hips. Amanda fell forward into his arms.
He rubbed her back gently, but his brain was working overtime again. He should be content. He should be basking in the afterglow, but all he could think about was how he was going to face his family in the morning knowing he now had an expiration date. How was he going to find a job in a company his father didn’t own? He seriously doubted Susan would give him a decent reference as anything but a man-whore.
“You need to find someone completely unsuitable.” Amanda’s words were sighed against his neck.
“What?”
She sat up and put her hands on his shoulders. “Look, consorts are hard to come by ever since King Torin closed off Tír na nÓg.”
“You mean Torin the Pretender.” The words were harsh to Dante’s ears. Torin had killed his aunt, uncle, and cousin, Bronwyn. Torin was the reason Beck and Cian were in exile. He would not hear him honored with a title. “The kings of the Seelie Fae are King Beckett and King Cian.”
Amanda’s mouth formed a perfectly shocked O. It didn’t surprise him. He rarely sounded serious. His cousins’ throne was one of the only things he was damn serious about. One day he would convince them to take it back. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Beck, Cian, and Meg wore their rightful crowns and led the Seelie plane.
“Of course,” she said politely, scrambling off his lap. She quickly recovered. She pulled her robe around her and poured Dante another drink. Her smile was gracious as she passed it to him. “I apologize, baby. As I was saying, once the Pretender closed off the homelands, consorts became rare. I hear there are many who come from planes we would never have considered before.”
Dante zipped up his pants. He would take a shower before he headed home. The last thing he needed was his parents to catch him reeking of sex and Scotch. And it was probably time to begin to ease his way out of the relationship with Amanda. He would pay for her last year of school. Maybe it was time to be alone for a while. “Yes, the Planeswalker clans are making a fortune off Torin’s miserliness. I don’t see how this helps me.”
It limited his options. Now that he really thought about it, he supposed he’d always planned on finding a consort eventually. Almost all vampires of royal lines married a consort. There were several reasons for the practice, the chief being all the physical benefits a vampire received from taking regular blood from a consort. It elongated the life of the royal vampire. A typical vampire’s life span was roughly a hundred years. It doubled when a royal dined regularly on a consort.
A consort was a special type of male or female, usually of Fae lineage, though he’d recently discovered humans could be consorts, as well. Something about their blood strengthened the vampire. In return, the consort remained young and vital from sexual relations with the vampire. Torin was attempting to sway the Vampire plane to his side by cutting off their access to suitable consorts.
It was starting to work. There wa
s a large part of the plane that called for turning over the royal twins to Torin. If Torin was satisfied, he would open Tír na nÓg and trade would flow once more.
It wasn’t going to happen. They would take his cousins over Dante’s dead body.
“A Fae consort is trained.” Amanda’s musing brought him out of his dark thoughts. “Even Colin, who wasn’t aware of his status until he came to our plane, was taught manners and proper etiquette. He was educated. Your father might have come from meager beginnings, but he has high standards. If you brought home a completely unsuitable wife, he would be horrified.”
His mind raced with the possibilities. Amanda was right. His father would die before allowing an uneducated rube into his precious family. Perhaps he could use the current state of trade to his advantage. “He might even let me get her a house somewhere far away.”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “He might let you cast her aside. You can then go back to your former playboy lifestyle, having done your best to satisfy your father.”
It could be the perfect solution, though he doubted he would ever cast a woman aside. It was a terrible thing to do in his culture and brought great shame to the woman being cast aside, but if he could convince the consort to work with him, then that was another story. It wouldn’t be a marriage as much as a partnership. He would marry the woman, and then she would prove to be completely unsuitable. Perhaps he could find a human like Megan. He knew he wouldn’t find anyone as beautiful and sexy as Meggie, but humans seemed a reasonable race. He could certainly work with one. Together, they would ensure that she was an embarrassment to everyone. His father would understand that they should live apart, and Dante would be free to live his life as he always had.
“You’re a genius,” he said with a smile. He got up and kissed her briefly.