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"Yes, please," I whined, pushing myself back onto his finger. My orgasm receded little by little every second he waited. I needed him to make me melt into a puddle of satiated goo, to stomp out the embarrassingly sharp need I had for him. A devilish laugh tumbled from him again, and I screamed, "Please, eat my pussy and fuck me with your finger!"
"That's all you needed to say in the first place."
His tongue was back on my clit, his finger moving inside me in a foreign way that made me quiver where I stood. The water raining down on my back was the icing on the cake. After holding off as long as I could, I combusted. My climax swept through me violently, like a tidal wave drowning all the angst and fury I felt before. I lost my balance, but Sebastian caught me, bringing me down to the floor with him and trapping me in his embrace. My eyes were closed as a sense of satiated peace settled within me.
"Open your eyes." The commanding tone in his deep, calm voice left no choice but to obey. I opened my eyes, as his indigo tail moved toward my face. “Stick your tongue out.”
He painted my tongue with the tip of his tail, and I could taste my arousal on it. His tail was inside me, not his finger!
He shoved it into my mouth, until I was close to gagging. "Suck it all off, Birdie, then tell me how it tastes."
I ran my tongue up and down the sides of his tail and felt it vibrate against my mouth. When he was satisfied with my work, he removed it, running it down the column of my neck before it whipped back around him. "It tastes tangy, with a hint of saltiness."
"You took my tail like a good girl." He helped me back up, using the shower wand to rinse me off. "One day, you’ll push me too far and I’ll fill your pussy with my cock and shove my tail into your arse. Then I’ll fuck you until all that brattiness is dead and done.”
My mouth gaped. I spaced out, thinking of what I could possibly do to push him to make that happen. Likeseriously, how can I make that happen?
He lifted my jaw back up, closing my mouth. “Keep your mouth closed, unless you want me to fuck it. Come on, dry off. I want to be on time for dinner.”
Dinner was much less eventful than today’s breakfast or Diana’s first brunch. We all sat at the table, sharing a pitcher of minty mojitos as we talked about her progress. Desmond beamed with pride as he detailed all of the magic she was tackling with ease. Most of them were beginner level tasks, but when he told us about how she tried to wield her magical energy into a sword, I was thoroughly impressed. It was almost as if he was praising her, which was a huge one-eighty from the smarmy, douchebag attitude he had before. If Diana noticed, she didn’t care. She threw a few yeses and mhms his way, but wasn’t too engaged with him.
Olga brought out sizzling chicken, shrimp, and steak fajitas with peppers and onions we could share family style. I didn’t miss the sly wink she gave A-Bomb as she put a dish of fresh guacamole and chips near me on the table. This joke had grown legs and was running amok, and I couldn't fathom why this stern, respectable demoness humored that foolish dolt. She would never admit it, but we all knew Ares was her favorite out of the four of us.
Mal was suspiciously absent from tonight's meal. We hadn't seen him since he stormed out at breakfast, which wasn't unusual for him. Sometimes the darkness he tried so hard to lock away got the best of him, and giving him space was the best option. For some reason, he took issue with Diana. He said it was because of the ridiculous plan, but I saw the maliciousness in his eyes this morning. He hated her, and treated her as if she was walking rubbish, nothing more than dogshite on his shoes. I wouldn't allow him to keep disrespecting her and get away with it. He’d gotten a pass this morning, but he wouldn’t be getting any more of them. I claimed her and would never let her leave. She belonged beside me. Her home was with us now, and he'd have to learn to deal with it.
We demolished the fajitas, and I planned on asking Olga to put it into the regular meal rotation. Ares smiled at Diana from across the table and she giggled. A pang of jealousy twisted in my chest, but I stomped it down. Sharing would take some getting used to.
"Ares, what time are we meeting after dinner?" Diana bounced in her chair with poorly restrained excitement.
"I'll pick you up outside of your suite in about an hour? I planned a stroll around the grounds, and a movie night. Have you seenMoonstruck?"
"It’s my favorite!" she exclaimed.
"It's only thebestCher movie," Desmond half-joked.
Diana turned to him, narrowing her eyes. It was the first time she’d directed her attention toward him since we sat down at the table. "Excuse you? It's the tale of a spunky bookkeeper from Brooklyn who finds love with the brother of the man she was supposed to marry. It's an ode to finding love in unexpected places. Cher won an Oscar for her role as Loretta Castorini." She turned back to Ares again. "You picked one of my favorite movies, actually. I'm going to go get dressed in warmer clothes for our walk. I can't wait!"
She kissed him on the cheek as she practically skipped out of the room. When we were all sure she was gone, Desmond let out a strained laugh. He cast a silencing ward around us, so she couldn’t use her superhuman hearing.
"The jealousy rolling off you right now is out of control Bash. For Lucifer's sake, calm down."
"I'm not jealous," I said in a tense voice.Lies.
I was green with envy and wanted to smash Ares like the fucking guacamole he kept taunting me with, but I wouldn't admit it. I didn't want to lose the guys or Diana. Ares never bluffed. With his single-minded determination, I wouldn’t put it past him to tell Diana my secret before she was ready to hear it. He had a point about sharing, too. It was unfair to keep her to myself and still carry on with everyone. I needed to let her be part of the dynamic we had. Despite being a nutter, he had some deep moments.
“Okey dokey…” Desmond responded, a sarcastic grin spread across his face.
“Arti-choke-me, the kinkiest vegetable at the farmer’s market!” Ares blurted out. Only Ares could make an innocuous vegetable seem sexy.
Desmond laughed as he gave Ares a heated look. I’d been choked by him and have seen him choke Ares on multiple occasions. The thought of Desmond doing that to either of us made me feel less murderous. I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at their antics. That jokewasfunny.
“Hmmm well I reckonDaddy Desmondenjoys choking everyone, given the lust swirling around him…” I quipped.
Desmond raised a brow at me. Hopefully that was a sign of something to come. Ares’ mood shifted as he leaned forward in his chair, staring at me with a look of mild disappointment. "You had countless dates to get to know Diana over the past two months when you visited her dreams. I haven’t had that pleasure, yet. I'm nervous about our first date, and figured you'd be more helpful than jealous, ya know, because I’m your friend."
His Greek accent was always thicker when he was upset, and hearing it made me feel guilty for wanting to unalive him. Ugh, why was he acting like a mature adult instead of a crazed deviant? Was this seriously the same man we had to fish out of a two hundred person Bacchanalia orgy last year? I sighed, knowing that even though I was a jealous, possessive fuck, I loved Ares. He was more than my best friend, and I should want to see him happy. I should want to see Diana happy, too.
"It’ll be dark soon. You should bring blankets on your walk and gaze at the stars. She'd love that. If you want to put a nice touch on it, you could point out different constellations and tell her the history behind them."
