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Asher tugged his hand free, delivering several more smacks. The negative energy that had haunted him after I regained consciousness and was able to offer the information that I had seemed to have disappeared. He was completely absorbed by my current bodily reaction. “I’m sure we will uncover quite a few new kinks for you by the time the tasks begin. Why don’t we get started?”
ASHER
All it will take is one more time…
My cock twitched in my pants, forcing me to shift in my seat just to ease some of the painful tension. If it wasn’t for tormenting Quinn with the tip of my shaft, the past few days wouldn’t have been bearable in the least. Granted, it certainly benefited us both that the gods had blessed me with a damn suction tip. Still, there was a little too much time remaining before the tasks were due to start and I could sense the moodiness growing within us both.
Who knew I would become so addicted to Quinn Faxiss?
“Wine, miss?”
My gaze strayed toward the bench seat. It was comforting to see my pet’s nerves had settled just by a small glass of wine and a quick nap. It didn’t dawn on me when I’d requested for the jet to be fueled that she had probably never flown in her life. Why would she when she’d spent every year of her existence hidden away in the shadows, her own flesh and blood ashamed of her existence?
While there was a part of me that yearned to send the stewardess away so I could torment Quinn until she experienced an orgasm ten thousand feet into the air, I didn’t dare wake her once she’d succumbed to the abyss. There would be plenty of time to ease the experience of flying once the tasks had been tackled and my enemies had been eliminated. Then I could fuck her as much as I wanted.
Quinn nibbled on her lower lip, her expression weary as she eyed the wine bottle.
“Bring her some water, Lila.”
Both women peered at me. Quinn was relieved that I had taken control of the situation while the stewardess seemed startled by the request. “Are you sure, sire?” she questioned softly.
I raised an eyebrow. “Water,” I repeated.
Lila snapped upright immediately, straightening her back until those plump breasts threatened to tear the buttons loose from her uniform. “As you wish.” With a rushed apology in Quinn’s direction, she seized the wine bottle with a free hand and kept it from tumbling over as she hurried toward the front of the jet.
A weary sigh escaped my pet, those restless fingers rubbing her forehead. It was nothing more than a feeble attempt to keep those hands busy and her mind distracted. “Is it normal for demons to drink wine like it is water?” she grumbled.
The edges of my lips twitched. While an amused snort did claw its way up my throat, it couldn’t summon enough strength to break free. I simply smirked at her. “It’s a part of our way of life, Quinn. Only the upper classes of our race tend to drink often. It’s more of a rare pleasure for those beneath us. You, however, do need to pace yourself where wine is concerned.”
Her eyes narrowed into thin slits. “Why? Is it always laced with a mix of angel blood?”
I shook my head. “Not always. It is more of an occurrence with my demon lords and me. There have been incidents in the past where our enemies would attempt to spike the wine with angel blood with the hope we’d succumb to the poison. A weaker demon would certainly perish from it.”
“But you drink it all the time like that.”
“Yes.” I eased out of the cushioned seat and ventured down the cabin until I reached the bench seat. There was just enough room left by her feet to where I could ease down. I didn’t realize my mind had started to wander until I flicked the blanket away and tugged her feet onto my lap. My fingers immediately started moving along her skin, massaging the tension out of her muscles. “I suppose they’ve learned it is pointless to keep using that against us.”
Quinn groaned softly, relaxing against the cushion. “So…that night at the club… What did Marcillo spike the wine with?”
“The blood of some poor Jinn.” I grazed the arch of her foot with my thumb. “It must have been a prisoner of war. Marcillo is a reckless being, even for a prince. Still, he maintains enough common sense not to kidnap one that would be missed. I’ve heard their prince is very willing to stain the streets red.”
Quiet footsteps came in our direction, Lila returning with a sealed bottle of water. She knelt slightly and brought the tray down to my pet’s level. “Here you go, miss. Would you like a glass to pour the water into?”
My pet shook her head, snatching the bottle off of the tray. “No, thank you.” She trapped it within her hands until the stewardess offered a slight bow of her head and retreated from the cabin. Once we were alone, she finally released the groan that had been building up in her throat. Her head fell back against the pillow. “This is orgasmic.”
“Is that so?”
Her gray eyes fluttered open. She couldn’t bring herself to break the silence for several long minutes while she studied me carefully. “Did I really just hear that right?” She shifted slightly so that she could rest her weight on one elbow. “The way you asked that really gives off the impression that you don’t do foot massages very often.”
I couldn’t stop the snort from escaping me. All I graced her with was a brief glance before I focused on shifting her leg so that I could start working on the tension just above her ankle. “If you ask enough people, they will give you the impression that I enjoyed all the fine things my status offers, pet. I’ve dabbled in drugs and gambled at the tables. I wasn’t shy about taking a pussy that caught my eye. No, foot massages weren't something I tended to do. It should have dawned on you by now that you’re special. Clearly, I don’t do this for just anyone.”
Quinn’s cheeks flushed a deep red. Nibbling on her lower lip, she mused over my words while she twisted the cap free. “I didn’t expect any of this when we first crossed paths,” she murmured. “I mean… I knew shit was going to hit the fan for me eventually. My own mother couldn’t stand me and I had attempted to find a family with an organization that…” Her words faltered.
My eyes strayed toward her, yet I didn’t offer up a verbal response. There was no need for me to, not when she wasn’t haunted by weariness when it came to how our paths crossed. She was already aware that the past didn’t matter when it came to how we started on opposite sides of the board. I simply continued with the massage while she fumbled her way through her thoughts.
Groaning softly, she settled for taking a quick swig from the bottle before she returned the cap and set it down on the ground. “I think I’m still drunk.”
“What makes you say that, pet?” I dragged a hand up her leg. The beast within me was absolutely delighted that I had managed to convince her to wear a short skirt, giving me easy access to both that delicious pussy and her slender legs. I yearned to simply go for the heavenly bliss waiting for me, yet I managed to restrain myself. The more relaxed I kept Quinn, the better off our visit to Las Vegas would go.
