Page 239 of Split or Swallow

Caspen didn’t say a word. Instead, his fingers went once more between her legs.

“Are you serious?” Tem said out loud. Caspen’s hand immediately retreated.

It is meant as a sign of respect. You do not have to accept.

But will it help you if I do?

Yes. It will.

Then I accept.

Caspen hesitated only a moment before positioning her between his legs, their knees aligned in parallel V’s. He pulled her thighs open, offering her to the basilisk kneeling in front of them.

The basilisk leaned in.

Time seemed to slow as he pressed a soft, reverent kiss to her clitoris. Then he looked Tem in the eye, nodded respectfully, and stood. The second basilisk stepped forward, kneeled, and did the same. Each member of the council followed suit, one after the other, men and women alike. As the line went on, Tem became wetter and wetter. Finally, only one basilisk remained.

Tem’s heart pounded as Rowe knelt in front of her.

He dipped his head, holding her gaze. It was only when he was an inch away that he finally closed his eyes and lowered his head to her center. Rowe did what the others did not. The basilisks before him had merely pressed their lips against her, touching her for only a fraction of a moment. But Rowe’s tongue dipped inside her—curiously, as if he wanted to taste her—and Tem couldn’t hide the way her breath hitched with pleasure. As soon as it happened, Rowe drew away in disgust.

“She liked that,” Caspen said. “Do it again.”

Surprise, then embarrassment, then eager anticipation surged through Tem. She had liked that: the tiny flick of Rowe’s tongue, the subtle pressure of his teeth. The rest of the council hadn’t done anything to distinguish themselves. Only Rowe’s kiss had given her a glimpse of true pleasure, and Caspen was in her mind, so he knew it too.

For a long moment, Rowe didn’t move. Then slowly, he lowered his mouth. He brushed his tongue against her, one soft flick like before, and she nearly came apart right then.

“Again,” Caspen commanded.

This time Rowe dipped his head and kissed her—right there—right where Caspen kissed her nearly every night. He swirled his tongue expertly over her clitoris, drawing a desperate gasp from Tem that she couldn’t control. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation. It felt so good. Rowe’s mouth was a wicked devil, pushing Tem to the brink of a cliff she never asked to climb. He gripped her thighs, pulling her against him, making it so she didn’t have a moment to breathe beneath his relentless tongue.

Caspen’s cock was hard against the base of her spine.

Rowe kept going. He licked her, sucked her, stroked her until she was whimpering beneath his lips, her legs spread open without a single thought besides the undeniable need to feel as much of this as she possibly could.

There was no council; there was no meeting. There was only Tem’s pleasure, and what she was willing to surrender to get it.

“Make her finish,” Caspen growled.

He was in her mind, his power growing with every flick of Rowe’s tongue—the deep hum of magic crackling louder with each minute Tem inched closer to coming. Tem couldn’t believe this was happening. But she wasn’t about to stop it—not when it felt this good and especially not when everything in her wanted Rowe to continue.

She was mere seconds from finishing when Caspen’s hand darted suddenly around her, grabbing the back of Rowe’s neck and holding his head down—ensuring he stayed between her legs as she climaxed. The last thing she saw was Caspen’s fingers interlaced in Rowe’s thick black hair before her eyes slammed shut and she cried out, shuddering in release.

Only when the last wave of Tem’s orgasm had passed did Caspen relinquish Rowe from his grip with a dismissive shove.

“Stand,” he barked.

Rowe stood. With a jolt, Tem realized he was hard, his cock standing just as surely as he did.

“Look at you,” Caspen said, his voice sharper than a knife’s edge. “Turned on by a blunt.”

Tem still didn’t know what that word meant. But she knew she had never seen Caspen so angry, and despite the warm afterglow seeping through her, she felt suddenly afraid.

“Finish,” Caspen commanded Rowe, his voice lethally quiet. “We both know you want to.”

There was such danger in his tone that Tem found herself holding her breath. When Rowe didn’t respond, Caspen straightened.

“Finish,” he growled. “Now.”