Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Lux's groan filled the room, low and drawn out, the kind of sound that was equal parts pleasure and warning.

His back was pressed into the silk sheets, head tilted just enough to catch the faint golden light filtering through the Grand Sovereign's floor-to-ceiling windows.

One hand was tangled deep in Sira's hair, fingers flexing against the silken strands like he couldn't decide whether to push her closer or pull her back.

Both of them were naked.

And Sira… Sira was busy.

Her mouth worked over his cock with a slow, maddening rhythm, warm lips and tongue tracing him in ways that felt dangerously close to sorcery. It had been an hour since they'd started their first round in the mortal realm. One hour and three rounds later, she'd claimed she "just wanted to clean him up."

Yeah, right.

Somewhere between "just cleaning" and "accidentally making him twitch," she'd decided to torture him instead, the kind of deliberate torment that made every nerve in his body feel like it was being plucked like a string.

Her other hand was cupping and playing with his balls, her palm shifting in tandem with her strokes.

Her face was still flushed from earlier—but her eyes… her eyes were locked on his with wicked satisfaction.

Lux, for his part, wasn't sure if he was more surprised at how far she was taking this or at himself for letting her. Pride demons were rarely this messy. Yet here she was, mouth stretched around him, cheeks hollowing with each slow draw back, looking like she'd decided she was going to win something he hadn't realized was a contest.

Lux groaned again, letting his head fall back against the pillows. "Coffee…" His voice was hoarse, dry. "I need coffee…"

It was ridiculous.

But right now? After this much? Yeah, he was thinking maybe coffee was a survival tool.

Sira pulled back just enough to let the head of his cock slip from between her lips, stroking him lazily with her hand as she smirked. "Not yet."

His eyes cracked open, fixing her with a half-lidded look. "Not yet?"

"Not after you give me more cream." Her tone was light, smug, the kind of thing that could only sound this sweet when paired with the slow, deliberate lick she gave him right after.

Lux's voice came out low, almost a growl. "You're going to milk me again?"

Her smirk deepened as she licked the sensitive tip in a slow circle. "Yes. That's the plan." Her eyes gleamed, amused. "Also… don't blame me. Your incubus pheromones are reek right now."

[Your incubus pheromones have reached 200% due to oversexed.]

Lux let out a breath that was half laugh, half surrender. "Perfect. Just perfect."

And then she went back to sucking him—no warning, no mercy.

"F*ck…" The word tore out of him in a low rasp as his hand tightened in her hair.

He could feel the tension coiling low in his stomach, the heat rushing up his spine with each wet pull of her mouth, each teasing graze of her nails against his thigh.

She was in control of the pace, and damn her, she knew it.

Her lips sealed around him tighter, her tongue stroking along the underside as she took him deeper, and Lux's breath hitched hard.

His other hand clenched in the sheets, the silk smooth and cool against his palm in sharp contrast to the molten heat of her mouth.

And then—there. The point of no return hit him in a rush.

Lux's hips jerked, his groan cutting through the quiet as his release surged.

Sira stayed exactly where she was, swallowing greedily, her gaze locked on his the whole time.

When she finally let him go, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her smirk positively sinful. "Mmm. This will be my favorite breakfast."

Lux let his head drop back, catching his breath. "You're insufferable."

"You like it."

"Unfortunately," he muttered, but there was no heat in it.

She crawled up the bed, straddling his hips and leaning down to brush a kiss over his jaw. He could still taste her lips, faintly sweet, faintly him.

"Let's have breakfast in the lobby," he said finally, voice a little steadier now.

Sira raised a brow. "And how exactly do you expect me to stroll into the lobby? Naked?"

"Wash your face," he said, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "I think I have a night robe you can wear. That, and confidence, should do the trick."

She chuckled, sliding off him with a stretch that made her look entirely too pleased with herself. "Confidence, huh? You're lucky I have that in excess."

"I'm counting on it."

The room was still warm with the scent of sex.

Lux pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the pull in his still-tender muscles. His regeneration skill had handled the wounds from Vyrak last night, but it hadn't refilled his stomach—or his energy reserves.

As Sira disappeared into the bathroom, he stood, stretching, the silk sheets sliding off his legs and pooling on the floor. He crossed to the wardrobe, pulling out a night robe—loose, but cut from a fabric so smooth it might as well have been liquid.

He draped the robe over a chair and grabbed a fresh shirt for himself. The view from the window caught his attention again—the mortal city spread out below, alive and glittering in the morning light.

When Sira reemerged, face fresh and hair still damp, she took the robe from him with a grin. "You know," she said as she tied it loosely around her waist, "people in the lobby are going to stare."

Lux stared at her. Her horns had disappeared, tucked away with that casual Pride-born control, and… yeah, he had to admit she was right.

Despite the fact she wasn't wearing a lick of makeup and had no accessories to frame her, she looked stunning in that night robe. The silk draped over her curves like it had been poured there, every shift of her body making the fabric catch the light in slow, hypnotic waves.

If she walked into a high-society gala like that, the staff wouldn't just let her in—they'd assume she was on the guest list and offer her champagne before asking for her name.