Ugh. My poor brain.
I leaned forward, putting my head between my legs.
“I feel like I should rub your back,” Medusa said.
I laughed, the distraction welcome. “That’d be nice, actually.”
She sat beside me. “Then get ready, sugar.”
Her touch was soothing, kind of like a massage with feather-light pressure.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“Not a problem.”
I liked Medusa. We’d bonded when I thought she’d been just an emerald python, carrying through to the big reveal of her being a shifter. I’d definitely made a friend, or at least it seemed so.
Fingers crossed.
I drew luck down my chest to keep up this blossoming friendship.
“Is Silvanus okay?” I asked, a sense of calm falling over me now.
“He’s holding up,” she answered. “Like we all are, I suppose.”
“We’ve got no other choice,” I replied.
Man, I kind of hated how much I missed him. As kind as Medusa’s back rub was, I wanted it to be the vampire’s hands there.
Not just there, either. Back on my dick, his lips going wherever they wanted, fangs breaking my skin to taste my blood again.
Shameful…
No. Kissing him had been a mistake. Sure, it’d been a welcome release, but we’d have to file it as a lapse in judgment. Things were complicated enough.
Tell that to my simmering desire.
Opening my eyes, I got to my feet, stretched my limbs, and rolled my shoulders.
“You can talk to me,” Medusa offered. “About the vision, about anything you like.”
So kind. “Thanks, but I’m sweetcream.”
“No, you’re not.”
I shrugged, eyes on the fire. “I’ll be closer to it after a nice shower.”
If I washed the king’s touch and citrussy aroma off me, maybe I could also take my lust off the heat and get my head straightened out a bit. After all, I had a lot of pondering to do without any more of these horny distractions.
Make that shameful, horny distractions.
Dust. Mermaid. Sinkhole. Dagger.
Yeah, yeah. How about show me the details, then?
No such luck.
Beyond ready for a shower, I headed for the stairs.
