I glanced down and saw that Cas was, in fact, still completely nude, He hadn’t grabbed himself anything to wear yet.
And he wasstillsemi-hard.
Oh, my gods.
Smirking at the draken, Casteel crossed the chamber. My gaze dropped to his arousal, and warmth flared in my cheeks and between my thighs.
“Poppy.” Casteel’s voice was pure silk, drawing my gaze to his. He bent so his mouth was only inches from mine. “If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to have to kick Reaver out of this chamber.”
“Iwould like to stop looking at your dick,” Reaver commented.
“You sure about that? I think you like staring at my dick.”
Shaking my head, I stared at the canopied bed top. It was way too early—
“That would be the wolf,” Reaver replied. “Not me.”
Oh, my gods.
I once more wondered if I could will myself into the mattress.
“Leave,” Casteel growled. “We’ll let you know when you have actual permission to enter.”
“You’d better make it quick,” Reaver said. “I doubt either of you wants to be mid-coitus—”
“Coitus?” Casteel huffed out a low laugh.
“The first time you meet her,” Reaver finished.
It took a moment for his words to register, but when they did, my heart lurched, and my head jerked down. “Her?”
“Yes. Her. The One who is born of Blood and Ash, the Light and the Fire, and the Brightest Moon,” he said. “The true Primal of Life and the Queen of the Gods and Common Man.”
I almost let go of the blanket.
Reaver tilted his head back. His lips curved into a rare half-smile. “She’s coming.”
CASTEEL
My head still felt scrambled from shifting so, honest to gods, I didn’t think I’d heard the draken right.
But then I heard Poppy’s gasp, and her shock was like a burst of cold wind against my senses.
My head swiveled toward her. She was as still as a statue, strands the color of deep-red wine tumbling over her…gloriously nude chest. Shit. She’d dropped the blanket.
I snapped forward, draped the robe over her shoulders, and drew it around her.
She didn’t even seem to register my presence as she squeaked, “Really?”
“Really,” Reaver replied.
Poppy’s concern filled my throat with a sensation that reminded me of swallowing too-thick cream. She was staring at the draken with wide eyes and didn’t protest as I worked her arm through one sleeve of the robe and then the other.
“Why?” she asked.
“I assume she has many reasons to visit,” he answered as I started on the buttons along the front of her robe. “I imagine some of them have to do with what happened yesterday.”
“And where were you yesterday?” I asked, even though Aurelia hadn’t been able to do much, so why would Reaver?
