“What in the Kings’ crooked dicks was that?” Bones asks, completely awed as we all watch the tent flaps close behind the two blade slaves as they storm out of the tent.
“I…I don’t even know,” Scorpius surprisingly admits, looking down at his dick as though it has the answers we’re all looking for.
I stare at my brother, not sure if I’m disturbed or delighted by how flummoxed the blade slave left him. He’s normally so stoic and in control; it’s fascinating to see him off-kilter and confused by whatever just happened.
“We’ve been attending these things for a long time, and I’ve never seen one of Tilleo’s savages handle us likethat,” Bones points out, like we all didn’t just witness the same thing.
“What do you think she meant byshe’ll be dead before the actual bidding starts?” he asks, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the tent while one of his hands is still shoved into his pants.
“It means Tilleo is up to something and we need to keep an eye on it,” Scorpius points out, and I grunt my agreement.
“That fool is always up to something. I’m not worried,” I declare dismissively as I reach over and pick up the abandoned bottle of soap that Slave just used to blow all of our minds.
It’s not that she used her feminine wiles against us. The three of us aren’t fumbling virgins by any means, and the days of tripping over a pretty piece of pussy simply because we’re desperate and don’t know any better are long behind us. No. It’s more that when you reach the stature that we have, when you’ve carved out the virulent reputation that both precedes and trails after us in everything that we do, one gets used to others treating you in a certain way.
I’ve grown accustomed to the scent of fear that wafts through a room when a member of the Order of Scorpions enters it. I revel in the widening of stares and the loss of a fae’s bowels when they set their eyes on our bones and know it will be the last thing they ever see. I enjoy watching people skirt around our namesake or apologize to the lone skittering scorpion crossing their path in hopes that it will never invite our wrath down upon them. But none of that was present in that blade slave’s tone or her stunning, savage silver eyes.
She was angry at being played with. She surprised the fuck out of all of us when she showed that she’d be more than happy to bite back when we showed her a little fang. It was...enthralling. Thrilling in a way I haven’t felt for some time now, and I can tell by my brothers’ faces that they feel exactly the same way.
“Her coloring is very unique,” Scorpius grumbles, finally folding himself into the tub so he can wash his hair.
The newest glamour makes us all look like we have short, perfectly styled tresses, when in reality mine is down my back, Scorpius’s is shoulder length, and Bones likes to keep his shorn and out of the way. I suddenly crave the safety of home where we can all drop the guises and use our real names instead of being on constant alert and working in codes like we have to do when we’re hunting.
A flash of that starlight-colored hair splayed all over my bed while I lick Slave’s slit from ass to clit flashes in my mind. My dick hardens, and I squeeze the base and absently start to stroke myself.
“Her hair and eyes are something I’d expect to find in the High Courts of the shadow realms, not here in the middle of this sand hole,” I point out, agreeing with Scorpius’s observation.
“There’s something familiar about her,” Bones states, his nails scratching at the stubble dusting his cheeks and chin. “I’d bet a caravan full of aurems that one of her parents is a highborn fae while the other is lowborn enough to peddle their progeny for the largest purse offered.” Bones gives a derisive snort. “The three of us know better than most how easy it is to sell off a bastard.”
“I want to fuck her. That’s all I know,” I announce as I rest my head back against the rim of the small golden tub and begin to stroke my cock harder and faster.
“Careful, I think that cunt might have teeth,” Scorpius warns on an amused but exasperated chuckle.
I smile even wider as my balls start to tighten and my impending release begins to tingle up my thighs. “We’re Scorpions, brother; it’s not good unless it hurts a little,” I tell him on the cusp of a moan, and he and Bones both chuckle.
I come all over my stomach, the pearly streams sticking to the muscles of my torso and floating in the warm water I’m soaking in. I imagine the little blade slave licking the cum from the grooves of my abdomen, and my dick twitches in anticipation of more than a quick tug in the tub. I should have said yes when she asked to wash my dick, but I needed the distraction of her gone. So did the others. She blew in here like a sandstorm, and we need a minute to dust off and recalibrate.
“We need to watch the brazen vixen, learn what we can about her before anyone goes and sticks their cock in something that wants to rip it off. We’re not here for long, and we won’t be bringing any pets home,” Scorpius announces, pointedly looking over at Bones. “Let’s not have a repeat of what happened in Nadil,” he reminds us, and both Bones and I cringe.
“She’s fresh meat, I can tell. There’s zero chance that she’s a hexed hag wearing a pretty girl suit,” Bones defends, and I cover up my laugh with a cough and climb out of the tub to dry off.
“If she tries to eat my soul like that last one, I’m blaming you,” I warn Bones, and his smile grows salacious.
“I’ll keep that mouth all to myself then if you can’t handle it,” Bones taunts, and Scorpius groans.
“Stay focused on what we’re here to do. Don’t forget who owns that slave and what that means. If she thinks she’ll be dead long before one of the other Orders can purchase her, then Tilleo or one of his cronies is looking to stir up a mess. The kind of messwedon’t want to get caught up in with our pants down. We’re Scorpions, we don’t play their games, so keep the head on your shoulders engaged and the one in your pants tucked away for its own safety,” Scorpius warns, glaring at both me and Bones.
“Says the guy who just had her hands all over his sac and shaft,” I point out, smiling at the withering stare he fixes on me as I dry off.
Scorpius runs a hand down his face and sighs. “Mistakes were made. I thought I’d call her bluff and she’d back down,” he admits, and I shake my head and chuckle at his expense. “We’ve been at this half as long as that one’s probably been alive. Still, I didn’t see that coming.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” Bones declares, his wagging eyebrows punctuating his point.
“It is nice to hunt something we’re not being paid to slaughter in the end,” I confess as I pull a clean pair of trousers from the trunk and a floor-length lightweight vest to go with it.
“Who’s to say she won’t need to be slaughtered in the end?” Scorpius counters.
“I don’t think she’d even mind that,” Bones adds, an eager glint in his pitch black gaze. “That one needs it rough while teetering on the edge of death and disaster. I can feel it in my dark and depraved depths,” he states matter-of-factly as though the quarter of an hour she spent in our presence allowed him to split her open and stare into her soul.
