I shiver, my mind instantly drifting to picture Flame’sform.
Followed by Reaper’sform.
My thighs clench, my insides turning to molten lava. Becauseholy fae, they’re stunning. Flame wasn’t even aroused, yet his size was… impressive. And so very unique.
Did Reaper have a bulb at the base?I wonder, trying to picture his long length. His hand kept stroking it, keeping me from ogling every inch at once. But I don’t remember there being any jewelry or rounded knots.
Flame, however, had both.
It had taken me a moment to understandwhatI was seeing in his shaft, the glint of metal unexpected. But then I realized it was a bar. Right through his dick.
Plus a ring.
I wanted to ask him why he decorated himself in that way, but I couldn’t form the words. There also hadn’t been an appropriate time. The minute we returned, Orcus, Reaper, and Flame engaged in deep conversation with the Strigoi, their discussions all about their home world.
Maybe I can ask today,I think.
“You can touch it later,” Flame told me. “When we’re back at the tower.”
Well, we’re back at the tower now,I want to tell him.
Only, he’s nowhere near me.
I’m in this big bed alone again, while the guys sleep in the other room.
Biting my lower lip, I consider what to do.
Can I wake Flame? Ask my questions?
But how would I even start?
So, about your dick…
I almost laugh.
Except just the thought of hisdickhas me squirming again in the bed. A frustrated growl escapes me as I squeeze my legs together, my thighs slick withneed.
I’m not wearing panties again. Primarily because the ones the concierge sent up are practically lace, which makes them nonfunctional.
Besides, the shirt I’m wearing hits just above my knees.
Only it’s ridden up a little now.
Probably from all my writhing in the bed.
I just can’t help it. These fae have me all worked up.
And they’ve been sokindto me.
I never anticipated any of this, especially not my attraction to them. But it’s growing stronger every minute we’re together.
Is this the Omega stuff Orcus was talking about?
Everything feels so different now. Sohot.
I bury my face in my pillow and groan, my hand curling into a fist to keep from touching myself.
“You know, when you invited me to sleep in this bed with you, I had no idea you were such a fidget,” a deep voice murmurs from behind me.
