Rather than snipe something back at him, she plucked a leaf off her plate and used it to rip a piece off her dragon steak, then made a show of putting it in her mouth.
Suddenly, food was the last thing on my mind.
And her lips were all I could see.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“No,” she replied without missing a beat. She finished chewing and swallowed before looking at me. “I’m not ready to do that again yet.”
Zeph met my gaze over her head, then we both gazed down at her. “All right, sweetheart,” I conceded. “That’s fine.”
My Guardian nodded in agreement. “I’m not ready to fuck yet either.”
She glanced at him. “You’re not?”
“No.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear just loud enough for me to hear as well. “I won’t fuck you until you beg, pixie flower. And even then, I still might not fuck you. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” she asked as if hypnotized by his voice. And maybe she was.
“Because you haven’t earned it yet.” He kissed her on the cheek, then reached for his plate and began to eat.
“He’s a dick,” I told her conversationally as I grabbed my own sandwich. “And, unfortunately, he means it.”
When Zeph set his mind to something, there would be no changing it. He was a stubborn ass like that. But on this, I sort of agreed with him. Until we were in a better place with Aflora, sex was off the table.
However, that didn’t mean we couldn’t play in other ways.
Such as in her dreams.
I smiled at the memories of all the times I joined her in her mind. Mmm, that was fun. Maybe we’d do it again later. After Shade finished toying with her.
Or perhaps I’d kick him out and take over.
Zeph caught my gaze again, the knowing flicker in his green irises telling me he agreed with my plan. We didn’t even need to talk about it; he just knew.
Poor Aflora. Now she had three mates hungry for her dreams.
I pressed my lips against her temple, showing affection because I wanted to, then returned to my midnight lunch. “I’m glad to see you eating a healthy meal, Aflora,” I told her. “You’re going to need that energy later.”
“What?” she asked, her mouth full of dragon steak.
“For your dreams,” Zeph replied. He lifted his hand to draw his knuckles down her cheek. “And for your independent training tomorrow.”
She groaned, the sound going right to my cock. “Stay out of my head.”
“Never,” Zeph and I replied at the same time.
“Willow stumps,” she muttered to herself. Then she dug back into her meal, the argument forgotten.
Well, one thing was clear—I needed to order more dragon steak.
Chapter Fourteen
AFLORA
Seven nights of sexual torment.
With no orgasms.
