“Six?” The word is barely comprehensible due to the high pitch of his voice.
“Yep. She’sthatexperienced with monsters.” Beaming in triumph, I glance at Nicholas.He has to be impressed with that!With the amount of muscles he has, he clearly enjoys a good fight, and Fabia is the best monster wrangler in the entire Seven Planes. “Have you ever seen a yondu fuck?” I ask Richard’s brother.
He shakes his head.
“But you’ve seen their massive dicks, right?” Most of the time, they’re retracted inside their furry sheaths, but during mating season, they stay out the entire time. “Because they are as big as they are. And let me tell you” –my eyes widen as I recall all that I’ve seen– “they really know how to use them!”
When they’re fully engorged, their dicks can do some serious damage. They swing them like bats when competing with other males, and they use them like battering rams too. Although yondus normally move on all fours, with a dick that big, it’s impossible for them to walk unless they stand on their hind legs. They’re like squirrels with their red fur and bushy tails mixed with the bulkiness of bears mixed with sex rabies, and I hope he can picture how badass Fabia looked fighting them all off.
“Not outside of drawings and carvings,” he says.
“Oh.” I frown. “That’s a shame. They really don’t do them justice.”
He stares at his empty bowl of soup, and my enthusiasm dies as I realise I haven’t impressed him at all. What if they don’t have anything in common?
“You never answered her, dollie,” the blonde woman coos as she twirls her spoon between her fingers. She leans back in her chair as she stares at him. But despite her relaxed posture, Nicholas stiffens even more, and my brows pinch together as I look between them.
“Do you want to be fucked by a spider?” she asks him, and the first inkling of discomfort wraps around my belly. He doesn’t meet my gaze – or hers.
“No,” he says, the word flat but carrying so much weight.
“Oh, I don’t believe that,” she says, her words sultry and low. “You used to beg me to tie you up and do all sorts of disgusting, humiliating things to you, didn’t you, dollie?”
My spine stiffens. Is she… I she trying to kink-shame him? In public? While also using an honorific? I might not care about the brownie rules anymore, but one simply doesnotkink-shame another. And one most certainly does not use an honorific they do not have the honour to use!
As the servants start clearing away the first course in preparation for the next one, I turn to Jace. He’s glaring at the woman, but there’s no heat in his eyes. They’re just cold promises of pain. Of leashed pain though. As much as he is Richard’s right-hand man, he cannot act here to protect Nicholas from this woman’s venom.
I look back at my brother-in-law and take in all the scars on his face. The melted half. The jagged lines. The deeper cuts that slash past his skin and are still bleeding on his soul. Horror twists my stomach as I realise why he’s been even quieter than normal tonight.
“Is she your ex-wife?” I ask him softly, my words barely heard beneath the rustle of bowls and cutlery.
He nods the slightest amount, as if he hates admitting it.
As the servants step back from the table, I look at the blonde – really look at her this time. She’s gorgeous with flawless skin and beautifully styled hair that feathers down to her shoulders. The piercings on her face and the tattoos on her neck only highlight the sharp cut of her cheekbones and the sultriness of her eyes. But there’s cruelty beneath her Aphrodite features. No amount of beauty can hide the black tar of her soul.
A new line of servants steps forwards.
They place the second course down – mine first, then the others.
I look at the plate of steak and potatoes and a small bowl of dip.
My gaze slides over to the steak knife that’s laid beside it.
What would Richard do?
With Lief’s screams ringing in my ears, I push my chair back and stand.
Twenty-Six
A good little slut stabs people.
Please don’t let me end up with a slug-dick fetish.
- Arienna
My nerves are fluttering like a thousand and one beambugs as I scramble to grab the chastity belt before it slides onto the floor. Grasping Richard’s presence in it, I sling it over my shoulder. As the ladies and lords all rise, I try not to panic. But there are so many eyes on me, and confrontation is not something a brownie ever does. I have no idea how to go about it.
Richard simply leapt down and stabbed Lief when he did it, but I’m certain if I try to lunge for Nicholas’ ex-wife, I’ll end up tripping over my feet and face-planting on the floor.
