“You just hope she likes the salty right alongside the sweet,” I jeer.
“One truly does enhance the flavor of the other,” he agrees, and I hum my own endorsement of his statement as I tuck my hardening cock into my pants.
“Maybe Scorpius is right about watching ourselves around this one,” I admit a little hesitantly. I want to play, but not at the expense of letting our guard down and paying for it. The fact that any of us, let alone all three of us, have so quickly been reeled in by the cunning cunny means she’s a problem. A dangerous one, knowing Tilleo as we do. “Could be much safer to find a house whore to sink into while we’re here,” I add, and Bones groans in dismay.
If I happen to picture starlight for eyes and moonbeams for hair while I’m at it, none will be the wiser, I reassure myself. My load and my person will certainly be much safer dripping out of one of Tilleo’s sand sluts than some slave who’s been broken and rebuilt with the taste of death on her tongue and swords for hands.
“Did you two catch that she filched one of my knives?” Scorpius asks absently, and I’m surprised to hear a hint of amusement ringing in that statement.
I watched the sleight of hand, impressed. I even wanted a better angle of where she stashed it in that almost nonexistent sorry excuse for a dress.
“And you didn’t immediately throttle her? I think you might be going soft, brother,” Bones quips.
“I’m too interested in seeing what she’s going to do with it,” he confesses.
“Frame you, is the likeliest of options,” I point out.
“Maybe,” Scorpius admits, his eyes far away like he’s divining all the possibilities of what might happen. “Tilleo knows better than to come for us though. I’d sooner hunt everyone in this place and then burn it all to the ground than fall in line with whatever is going on. He knows we come for the information that can be collected here and to keep an eye on our enemies. He’s not Dorsin; he’d never make a move against the wrong people.”
“Never swear by never,” I chide, and he fixes me with an unamused look.
“I’m going to go find something to play with,” Bones announces, pushing up off his bed.
“Stay away from that blade slave,” Scorpius warns more seriously. “We need to tread lightly there until we know more. And no marks, Bones,” he calls out as Bones reaches the entrance to the tent. “If you need to go there, clean up after yourself and wipe the flesh slave’s mind when you’re done.”
“This is not my first Bidding, Father,” Bones provokes, knowing it pisses Scorpius off to be compared to any of the men who sired us.
Sure enough, Scorpius’s ebony gaze darkens even more. “Don’t fuck around here, Bones. Go talk to the Vulpi, see if you can get anything about that hunt in the Dawn Court that eliminated one of the lords and his entire line of successors. We know it was them, and you know how Kiffin likes to brag when she’s riding the high of several good orgasms.”
“Do we have an interest there?” I ask curiously.
Scorpius nods. “We have an interest who’s very keen to understand how that was sanctioned.”
I smile, knowing that Scorpius just waved an exciting scent in front of the nose of a hound that lives to track and deliver. Bones will now be occupied with sniffing out what happened and will hopefully avoid the trouble he’s so good at finding himself in the middle of.
With a predatory gleam in his glamoured black eyes, Bones slips out of the tent.
“Where’d she hide the pen knife that she stole?” Scorpius asks casually as he steps from his tub and pulls out new clothes from the chest beside his bed.
A slow smile stretches across my lips, and I chuckle softly, entirely amused at the answer. “She palmed the knifeandthe sheath and nestled the protected blade between her ass cheeks,” I inform him, and his eyes light up with heat even as he shakes his head like he disapproves of the move. “That cunny had her cheeks clenched harder than a sailor’s cock when he first comes ashore. And you know if she had her ass clenched,everythingelse was nice and tight too…”
I laugh as Scorpius groans at the thought of that stunning creature and the tight pussy she would have been clamping down the entire time she rubbed all over him before stroking a twinkle of madness into his eyes.
“I might need your help, brother, to remind me that playing with dangerous things is a good way to get your throat slit,” he admits, and I’m taken aback by the confession.
Of the three of us, Scorpius is the least likely to lose sight of the big picture and all that we’ve worked to build. He doesn’t chase juicy gashes or lose himself in their wet folds like Bones does regularly or I’ve been known to do from time to time. We all have needs, but that’s usually what brothels are for. We’ve entertained the thought of procuring something more permanent from the various skin markets around, but ultimately none of us liked the idea of having someone who wasn’t truly devoted and loyal in our space all the time with access to who we really are and what we truly look like.
Events like the Bidding allow us to pretend for a moment that what we do is civilized and respectable, but there’s no mistaking the bloody, brutal truth of what we do and who we are. We kill for coin. No hunt is too big or too small. For the right amount of aurems, we can deliver the end however the purchaser desires. We’re all soulless, morally corrupt dealers of death. It’s best not to get too lost in the glitz and glamour of this occasion and remember the reality of what’s all around us. Tilleo built his empire on the back of fae slaves, and we’ve built ours in the shroud of murder.
“Are you really that worried about her appeal?” I ask as I study Scorpius’s face.
It’s harder to discern his thoughts and concerns through the protective layer of the magic he’s wearing, but I know him well enough after all these years to see that something about that slave unsettles him, and he’s not a man that unsettles easily...if at all.
“I think she’s trouble,” he tells me evenly, striding over to a mirrored trolly filled with liquor bottles and glasses.
He pours himself a drink, offering me one as well, but I shake my head and wait for him to get out whatever’s eating him up inside about this mysterious blade slave.
“My issue with trouble is that it can bring a man to his knees in the best kind of way or it can have him on his knees so it’s easier to remove his head from his shoulders. Every instinct I have tells me it’s one or the other with that fae. It’s a problem that I don’t know which one.”
