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"Not just me," I said. Hywel looked up, catching my eye and offering me a wink. Laszlo lifted his head and Conall caught his mouth, the pair of them greedy for one another's kisses, as Hywel soothed a hand through Laszlo's feathery hair.
"Mmm, yes, it's good to see Laszlo and Hywel remember they are alive again," Asterion whispered in my ear. "Laszlo did seem to often treat this castle like a temporary tomb while Hywel slept."
I wasn't sure if that was quite true, based on some of the raunchier stories they'd told me about Hywel's hibernation, but I knew their guests were few and far between. Laszlo and Dr. Underwood were eager conversationalists with one another, and Hywel had played the part of jovial host to everyone with a keen enthusiasm.
Now though, we were keeping to our own parties in one way, at least.
The rest of Esther's gentlemen watched her progress between the giant and vampire eagerly, murmured words exchanged. They were plotting, I suspected, but the young woman seemed up to the task, if her eager cries for more were any indication.
Sudden movement caught my eye from the other side of the room, two pairs of wings stretching as Jude and Ronan groaned together, pale and red hands tangled around their lengths as they thrust into their shared grip. Surrounding them, the figures of Con and Antin traded grazing touches. Ronan's wings trembled and then folded in close, and he sagged back, shouting as Antin dove and sucked his dripping cock between full red lips. Con circled around to Ronan's wide mouth, filling it with his own vividly blue length, making the poor imp thrash and buck between them.
Jude crawled away from the trio, over to where Hazel lounged between Hunter and Nireas, their own hands as busy as Asterion's. The fae settled his head against Hazel's thigh, nuzzling there for a moment, until Hunter and Nireas picked up her legs and spread her open for his mouth.
I looked up to the woman's face and found her smiling back at me, her eyelids heavy with pleasure, lips parted on a sigh. She didn't mind being watched, didn't even mind me witnessing the union between her lovers.
I wasn't sure I was so generous.
I twisted on Asterion's lap, drawing a grunt from his chest as I nudged against his thickening length. His arms twined around me, head leaning back to watch me slink up his chest to face him.
"Would you be disappointed if I wanted to go up to the nest?" I whispered. I glanced back at the room, at the busy, twisting, moaning forms that surrounded us, and raised my eyebrows. "Is that…rude?"
Asterion's chest shook in a restrained laugh, head dipping to nuzzle against my cheek. "I'm sure no one would mind." I met his gaze, and he tipped his head. "Is thenéktarnot…good for you?"
It was my turn to laugh. I cupped Asterion's face in my hands, pressing kisses all over his jaw and lips and snout. "Did you arrange a feast for me?"
"I want you to feel strong,théa. Not for fighting," he added quickly, brow tangling between his dark eyes. "But because…"
Because I had told him I was hollow. I leaned in, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and resting my head over his steady heartbeat.
"I do feel strong," I admitted. "The nightmares drained me, and I wasn't…ready at first, as you know. But you've taken good care of me, Asterion."
"I was hardly here—" he began, gruffly modest.
"You found me, you sheltered me, you brought me to where I would be safest," I recited.
It was strange to have such a gentle, intimate conversation in this setting, with the eager moans of lovers surrounding us, but there was something natural in it too, I realized. I was no longer constantly starving, imagining myself an empty void, but Asterion was right that the waves of power and pleasure in the room did still shore me up. Prior to my captivity with Birsha, I had never been surrounded by so many monsters this way, and the energy of The Seven Veils had been a slow poison to all of me, body, heart, and mind. The pleasure in this room was purely shared and received, enjoyed by all, even appreciated at one another's benefit.
In a matter of weeks, I'd gone from wondering if I might ever feel sated again, to wondering if I could drown and be consumed by an excess of what I thrived on.
"You are my mate, Evanthia," Asterion rasped. "I will always find you, shelter you, protect you…love you."
I swallowed the whimper in my throat and sat up, stretching my thighs open over Asterion's lap. He had opened his trousers earlier to offer his swelling length some relief in the midst of our fondling, and I sighed as my slick folds immediately kissed at the butting head of him.
Asterion swallowed hard, his throat flexing against my knuckles as I undid the many buttons that confined his body from my view. "You said you wanted—"
"I changed my mind," I admitted, smiling and glancing at the room.
Esther had her head in Booker's lap, the cheeks of her ass bouncing with invisible thrusts, her other lovers avidly watching the open place where she was being filled. I recalled her words to Asterion, that he had finally found a woman who made a favorite of him.
I stared down at his half-bared chest, pushing fabric aside to offer my gaze the smooth planes and valleys of his strong body.
"Feed my body, Asterion," I murmured, gliding over his thickening staff. "I want to celebrate you here."
You deserve to be seen, appreciated, I thought privately.
He reached for me, tugging slightly on the ribbons that held my robe-like dress shut, but he only parted the curtains of fabric wide enough for his own stare, groaning at the sight of my slick folds straddled over his pulsing flesh.
"Lovelythéa," he whispered.
