An hour or so later, we are sitting in a private room with a huge poker table. In the middle of a hand, Fritz’s phone begins to ring. “Oh, look at that. It’s you,” he places the phone against his ear, “Why, hello there, Caspian.”
I can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but I’m assuming it’s something about needing to hit the road.
He gasps, dramatizing his revulsion at whatever the other demon said, “I am offended that you would even think such a thing. We are on our best behavior.”
He pauses, listening while his eyes traverse my frame for the 100th time before responding, “I am teaching her to play poker. We are fully clothed, unfortunately.”
Another pause, “Ugh, okay, fine. You can talk to her,” he hands the phone to me.
“Hi”Why did I say it like that?
“Hello, my Dove. Are you having a good time?” he almost seems… nervous.
“Yes, we are having a great time. I think I’m getting better,” I chirp. Fritz mouths at me,You’re notbefore falling into a fit of silent laughter. “Okay, I’m not. But Iamhaving fun.”
“That’s so wonderful to hear. I’m sorry to call and interrupt but if you want to make it home on time, we need to be leaving within the hour,” he informs me.
“When can we come back?” I ask without thinking, and Fritz’s reaction is to launch at me and grab my face to plant a big kiss on my mouth while Caspian answers.
“We can visit as frequently as you like,” I can nearly feel him smiling through the phone, “We can even find the gear you need to record your books so you may work while we’re here as well.”
Fritz nods with his mouth still locked to mine, then says, “I’ll get you whatever you need, just need a list,” he puts the phone on speaker, “One of you just send me a photo of her set up and I’ll recreate it her room.”My room.“I’m hanging up now, Cas. I’ll return her in ten minutes,” he hangs up before letting Caspian say anything else.
“Get up on the table, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.Holy shit, I don’t think I can take anymore.
But his sweet command has wetness flooding my center, so I oblige anyway. I stand from my chair and clamor into a sitting position on the table, legs dangling off the edge. I would know what to expect from Caspian right now, but Fritz is still a mystery to me.
Instead of the treatment and demands I would expect from his rougher counterpart, Fritz stands and gently parts my legs with his knee so he can stand between them. He looks down at me and uses both hands to cradle my face, running his thumbs along my cheekbones. He gazes at me, and I at him, slightly terrified at how vulnerable this closeness makes me feel.
He leans down and plants his lips against mine, using his hold on my jaw to angle my face so he can slide his tongue into my mouth just how he wants. The slow, sensual pace he sets has my head spinning.He’s so good with his mouth.
I wrap one of my ankles around his calf, trying to pull him closer to me. He smiles into the kiss before upping the intensity, using a stronger hold and firmer strokes of his tongue. I yank on the belt loops of his pants, needing him pressed fully against me. Once I feel the evidence of how affected he is, I rock myself against it.
I must be the most wanton virgin to ever exist. Once one of them fucks me, I’m going to be insatiable.
He moans at the contact before pulling away and placing his forehead against mine, “My Sweet, we don’t have time for anything but a few kisses.” He runs his nose up and down against mine, “You’ll be back soon. Or I’ll come to you.”
He steps back and helps me hop off the table, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to lead me out the door and back to Caspian.
As we walk, I realize this might be my last chance for a while to ask what I’ve been wondering for days now, “How did Caspian… die?”
He freezes for a second, then tries to play it off with a shrug, “Hunters sent him to Vankhala.”
“Yes, but how? What happened? You guys seem so… invincible,” I urge.
“You should be asking him these questions. I was not there,” he tells me.
“But you know what happened.” His reaction to my question told me as much.
“I do,” he sighs. “Long story short. He trusted the wrong woman and she betrayed him, turned him over to the warlocks. They used one of their fancy warded objects to separate his body from its tie to this plane and send it back to the prison realm.”
Jesus.“Is that painful?”
“Immensely,” he answers tensely. I want to ask more about the woman, but I think that would be an invasion of Caspian’s privacy. If he wants me to know more about her, he’ll be the one to tell me. “When we are ripped from this plane, we are broken apart to the molecular level, shoved through time and space, and left a formless, thoughtless mist on the other side.”
“Has it happened to you?” I ask.
“Thankfully, no. But I’ve seen it enough times for it to haunt my nightmares.”
