I nod, and her expression is relieved. “Okay, but please let me know if we can help? We’re here for you, Ari, even though I know you’re obviously the better spy and you’ve got this. But you aren’t alone.”
My spy comment finally stops whatever dark place her mind was stuck in, and she gives me a genuine smile. “Thank you.”
“But you’ll be back next week for family dinner, right?” I confirm.
I don’t care how silly they think it is that I’m trying to get everyone to come home once a week. All I’ve ever wanted is a family, and these dinners will hopefully remind everyone that we always have each other.
“Of course! Dr. Parnard scheduled our follow-up session an hour before next week’s dinner, and I really think I’m making progress in therapy. Last week, he was left speechless, so I think that means I’m winning.”She beams as she circles back around the table, heading for the door, but pauses when Conner twists in his chair, reaching for her.
“I’ll wait for you, Ari,” he proclaims, with all the flair of a Shakespearean actor.
Arianna avoids his outstretched hand and turns to give him a terrifyingly sadistic smile. “I might take you up on that. You seem sweet, and Cerberus is always looking for new treats.”
“Yeah, she’s definitely into me,” Conner mutters to himself as she leaves.
“Dude, I know you flirt with everyone, but I think she might actually kill you if you keep trying,” Isaac notes, sounding concerned.
“No way, man, she likes me. Otherwise, she would have killed me already.” He has a cocky, self-assured grin as he says it.
“She hasn’t killed you for the same reason I haven’t. You’re Vivian’s friend,” Morgana grits as she continues to try to wipe off the wine he got on her dress.
“Awe, Morgie, no need to get jealous,” Conner answers, pausing to blatantly check her out. “Look, I know me and Ari are true loves, but there’s plenty of me to go around. So long as my shadow mommy is cool with it, I’m totally down for a menage-a-trois.”
Isaac gives Conner a horrified look, and Sarah starts to apologize for our friend, but clearly, Conner has lost all ability to keep himself alive.
“That means a three-way, by the way. It’s French. Sexiest language in the universe,” he adds with a wink.
“Conner, if you ever set foot in my realm again, I won’t kill you. I’ll drop you into the forest of the forgotten dead and leave you there,” Morgana hisses.
She continues to threaten Conner, and I’m having a great time watching their antics. I’m so invested that I almost miss the smallest pulse of red from Sin’s tattoos. A second later, I feel a hand trailing up my thigh.
I turn to narrow my eyes at him, and he holds up each of his hands, as if to say, ‘what? It can’t be me, my hands are up here.’
I try to kick him again. But this time, he’s ready for me, and traps my leg between his, effectively spreading me open for him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”I ask in my mind, knowing he’ll hear me.
“Just remembering that time I threatened to spread you open over a table and devour you,”he responds without missing a beat.
Arousal floods the bond, and my pulse kicks up a notch.
I raise a brow at his self-satisfied smirk, and the hand trails higher, almost at my center. Heat pulses through me, and I try to close my legs, only for Sin to use more of his power to hold me.
“Want me to stop?”He purrs, and the hand pauses, the heat just above my core.
The others are all still talking, oblivious to the silent conversation between Sin and me, and I purse my lips, considering what I want to do.
Sin is trying to get a reaction out of me.
But two can play that game.
I pull on his presence in my mind a little, sending him my own mental image.
I lower myself under the table, settling between his legs. I’m slow as I undo the fastenings of his pants, just enough that I can pull out his cock. It’s already rigid and ready for me when I twirl my tongue around the head. He reaches under the table, fisting his hands in my hair, just as I take him fully into my mouth. I let him control my motions, moaning around his thickness as he thrusts down my throat, all while he sits in his chair.
Sin chokes on his wine, and the disembodied hand vanishes.
I grin.
