Page 37 of Dancing With Demons
I am all too happy to comply. He carries her into the comfy den, discreetly warmed by zonak servants. A fire blazes in the fire pit, and soft lights hover above our heads.
We draw her a bath, and she takes it in private. I try not to feel a sting of rejection; Eth’tak is here as well. Perhaps she’s simply being mindful. Perhaps, if we were alone, she’d invite me to join her.
Or maybe she just needs a damned minute to herself after nearly being killed. She rejoins us shortly, clean and pink-cheeked, and I beckon her to the couch.
I summon a soft blanket, and Eth’tak fetches her a warm drink. She wraps the blanket around her shoulders and warms her hands against the mug Eth’tak’s handed her. She takes a small, grateful sip.
We sit beside her on either side and watch the fire burn.
“I’m sorry,” she finally says. “I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble.”
I’ve already heard her apologize once, and that was tiresome enough. I shake my head. There’s nothing for her to be sorry for. I’ve failed her by leaving her woefully unprepared to handle her own magic.
I won’t fail her a second time.
“Enough,” I insist. “I shouldn’t have left you to figure this all out on your own. You told me that you were ready for more, and I didn’t want to hear it. The creatures you summoned were a handful, but there are demons who have studied for their entire lives who can only dream of such capabilities. I need to help you harness your gifts, not smother them.”
“I can’t say I couldn’t have used a horde of murder insects once or twice.” Eth’tak grins. “They’d be quite the weapon against some castle walls.”
Trust Eth’tak to make light. Still, I almost welcome his presence. We fall into an easier silence than we might have if he weren’t present.
She leans against me, but I notice her hand lingers on Eth’tak’s thigh. I wait for some sort of primal jealousy to surge through me, but all I feel is relieved. She’s safe and warm and next to me.
“Is there anything else I can do to make things better?”
She answers with her lips. They find mine, beseeching, and I answer her unspoken plea gladly. Kissing her is much like the storm raging outside. Electric, demanding, torrential. When I kiss her, there isn’t room for anything else.
Except.
I can still see her hand on Eth’tak’s thigh. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch her hand crawl up towards his hardening cock, and my own cock twitches in sympathy.
Her tongue curls around mine, and I drink in her surprised moan as Eth’tak caresses her breast. His hand moves tentatively, as though he expects us both to banish him at any moment.
“Is this what you want?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. I nibble it a bit just to hear her gasp. “You want us both?”
Her entire body jerks at my words. Even if she were to lie, I know the truth.
I pull her mouth back to mine and kiss her ferociously. Possessively. My cock strains at the thought of Eth’tak watching, of how he has to wait for her lips.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps. “I know it’s greedy of me.”
“But you want it anyway.”
She nods.
If this is what she wants, then I want to give it to her.
“Then so do I.”
18
Piper
Tolmond’s answering kiss gives me a surge of confidence, and I part my lips to him as I continue to stroke Eth’tak through his pants. The trolvor moves closer as I feel his already enormous bulge grow larger, and I tug at his waistband without breaking free of the kiss.
As Eth’tak shifts up onto his knees, his towering height bringing his crotch at face level, Tolmond breaks away, nipping along my jaw and working down my throat. He rips my shirt off, and I gasp as his tongue licks a warm path across my breasts. My head is spinning as he goes, and I don’t even remember losing my bra.
But he sucks my pert nipple into his mouth, making me gasp as Eth’tak strips away his pants and I grasp him at the base, twisting to bring my lips to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, flicking underneath as Tolmond scrapes along my other nipple. I groan, and Eth’tak tenses, his hips thrusting forward just slightly from the vibration.