Shebreaksaway from Marrabel and the others as soon asshe sees me approaching.Whenwereacheach other, I ask, “How would you arouse a ferret?”
“Wait until it’s in heat and then scratch it on its back.”
“Oh.Would that be the same,doyou think, for someonewho’s beenturned into a ferret?”
She cocksher head to the side.“Depends on the spell, I guess.”
My breathcatchesas the toy turnson and off, on and off, pulsing inside me with an intensityI can barely tolerate.My legs shake.My orgasm beckons.
“If they keep all of their memories and know who they were before being turned, then you could probably get them going with regular porn.”
I need to sit down.I’mtoo close;Ihavebeen all night.Raisingmy glass to my lips,I takea shaky sip.
“Regular being whatever they used to watch, obviously,”Fabia continues,“not just what’s seen as ‘the norm’.Like monster porn or dinosaur.Why?”
“Oh, no reason…” I trail off to swallow a moan.The pressure buildsinside me.I need to get back to my seat.
Before I can take a step,Fabia asks,“What’s going on?”
My eyes widen.Gods, please tell me she can’t hear it vibrating.
Chugging my drink, Itakeanother step, desperate to escape.My thighs quiver as the frequency increases.Ifthatbastard makesme come whileI’mtalking to my best friend, I’mnever going to forgive him for this.Coming in front of Jace and Karl and a room full of strangers is one thing.But Fabia?I’ll never be able to look at her again.
“Nothing,” I rasp, taking another step.
Grabbing hold of my arm, she rootsmetoher.And gods,doI not want her – or anyone touching me right now.Well, anyone other than him.My king.The bastard with themagicalcontroller.
“Are you sure?Because something smells really fishy.”
Snorting my drink back into my glass, I cough.
I whack myself in the chest.Dear gods, just take me now.“What?”I croak, pulling out of her grasp.
“Cut the crap, Arienna.Marrabeltold me about your visit to the librarythe other day.”
“The library…”I blink, trying to wrap my head aroundhow that has anything to dowith the vibrator going off inside me.Avoiding her gaze,Itightenmy fingerson my glassandstruggle not to give in to the urge to touch myself.But he’skept me on edge all night, varying the speeds so I couldn’t get used to it,alwaysslowing it down wheneverI needed it to go faster.My thighsaresoaking wet.
Next time, I’mgoing to have to wear underwear.And a liner.
“Yes, the library,” she snaps.“Where you told Jace that you were checking out books in order to do ‘research’.”
My eyesflyto hers.If my cheeksgetany hotter, Iamgoing to die of internal heating.“He recommended the books.I’m not into necrophilia, I swear.”
“What?”
“The book calledGood Enough to Die For.It’s not for research on things I want to try in bed.It’s –” I stop in sudden realisation.Drat.Thatiswhat she’sbeen hinting about this whole blasted time.She doesn’t care about my kinks.She’s worried I’m trying to kill someone.
As the vibrator’s speedgoesmental, I wrap my arms aroundmyself and biteback a groan.I really need him to stop now.I’mclearlyunable to concentrateenough forthis conversationwhilehe’steasing me.
“When were you planning on telling me you were trying to kill him?”
“What?No, I’m not.”I smile, the picture of innocence.
She staresat me deadpanned.“You don’t have an interest in gore.You get squeamishif Isuggestwritinganything scary.So why elsewouldyou check out a dozen books onhowto kill people?”
“Maybe I want to kill someone else?”
Her silencemakesme squirm.Or maybe that’sthetoypushing meinto thecloudsof orgasm...
