While I could easily take her again.
And again.
It’s his turn.
And I don’t mind sharing.
Not with Caius and Tieran.
Besides, I’ll enjoy watching.
Maybe we’ll teach her something together.
Or maybe I’ll make her suck me off while he fucks her.
Hmm, no. Not yet.
We have a few days to experiment and play. For now, we’ll worship her. Tomorrow, we’ll start testing her limits.
Perhaps I’ll even be allowed to play with my knives…
37
CLOVE
Blood.
Sweat.
Sex.
I’m swimming in a sea of peppermint, ash, copper, and pine.
I never want to surface.
Swimming. Drowning. Swimming again.
But there’s something not quite right. The bed is too lumpy. It’s… imperfect.
And I really dislike that sensation.
I stir from my cloud of dizzy desire and hit the lump on the bed. It’s soft and plushy and in the wrong place.
Growling, I move it to the corner. But then I find another misshapen clump and have to move it, too.
Which unearths a third one.
And then a fourth.
By the the tenth, I’m a snarling mess, ripping apart the bed and everything on it.
Clearly, I need to make the bed again.
Once I’m satisfied with the mattress and the lack of bumps, I start over.Carefully.
I pick up sheets and shirts and jeans and towels and everything I can find, crafting the perfect bed to rest within.
My males are here.
