“A what?” I sat up and gaped at him.
“It would help with this.” He waved at me. “Look, I know you think I'm an evil bastard and, well, fair enough. I honestly don't give a shit about what you think of me. But I don't rape women. This whole screaming and cringing thing isn't working for me either.” He waved at his dick next; it was going limp. “If you took an aphrodisiac, it would relax you and perhaps make you more receptive.”
I sighed heavily. “Fine.”
Talon nodded crisply and went into the master bath.
“You keep aphrodisiacs in your bathroom?” I sneered.
“Where else would I keep them?”
I made a face, shrugged, and nodded—good point. “Most people don't have them at all.”
“I am not most people.” Talon grinned as he returned to me with what appeared to be a piece of chocolate.
“Do you trick women into taking it by putting it in chocolate?” I gaped at him.
“No.” He rolled his eyes. “That would be rape, and I just told you I'm not into that. I usually take itwithmy intended lover. The chocolate just makes it taste better.” He handed it to me and grinned. “Enjoy, it's a hell of a ride.”
I stared at the chocolate a moment and then shoved it in my mouth. It was good chocolate, I'll give him that. It melted on my tongue and slid down my throat, starting to tingle as it went. It must have been an alien aphrodisiac; it didn't even need to process through my system. It took less than a minute for my body to start melting like the chocolate, relaxing utterly. I laid back on the pillows, my eyes drifting shut, but as quickly as that relaxation had taken hold, desire came even faster. It ran through my body like warm honey, drenching my sex and hardening my nipples. I felt the bed dip, and then warm hands wrapped around my ankles. I sighed as they worked their way up my legs, massaging and stroking. I spread my legs wider, an ache growing between them.
What was I doing? Didn't I hate this man? Oh, but that felt so good. Talon's tongue was trailing over my thigh, his broad shoulders spreading my legs further apart and his wings laying over us like a blanket. A soft stroke on my sex and then hot breath over that tender flesh. A masculine groan.
“That's it, Your Majesty, just relax. Let me taste that royal pussy. I'll have you screaming my name in seconds.”
Silken hair tickled my thighs. I opened my eyes and watched Talon's lips part as he brought them to my sex. Holding my stare, his tongue slid out and...
A boom shook the house.
Talon cursed and jumped away from me. I groaned in frustration, my hand going to my aching sex. Thoughts of Cyprian filled my head with the first touch of my fingers on wet flesh. I bit my lip, imagining him. His hot tongue on my core. His masterful hands sliding over my body, teasing me. His cock pumping into me. I groaned in need.
Another boom. Shouting. Footsteps pounding away from me. Was the bed shaking? It must be Malik settling between my thighs. I started to rub myself faster, one hand going to my breasts. My hips arched, and I cried out as things clanged, and slammed, and creaked. All of it added to my pleasure, the sounds vibrating over my skin like a lover's kiss. I slid a finger inside myself, moaning as I pumped it, imagining it was Kyrian's shaft. I licked my lips, thinking of his kiss, the passion he always put into it.
That bundle of nerves at the top of my sex twinged, swelling and spreading ecstasy through me. I shouted as my orgasm burst over me, tightening my whole body until I collapsed against the pillows. My eyes drifted open, and I vaguely noted flashing lights coming through the cracks between the curtains. Was I supposed to be doing something? Wasn't someone else there? I had a vague recollection of a man with wings. Then need rose again, and I slid my hand back to my sex and started to rub myself, letting go of all other thoughts.
“Amara!” a deep voice shouted.
I knew that voice. I moaned. Finally.
“Amara, where are you?!”
“I'm here!” I cried breathlessly. “Oh, I'm here. Come to me. Hurry,” I moaned, rubbing frantically. I spread my legs wide and arched my hips into the pleasure, panting as I massaged my breasts. Nearly there. “I'm almost...”
“Amara!” Bootsteps pounding. Then... “Amara?” a horrified whisper.
I opened my eyes and saw him standing in the doorway—massive, devastatingly handsome, and in utterly love with me. I knew it in my soul. This man wanted me. Oh, and I wanted him.
“Braxis!” I opened my arms to him.
“Amara!” Braxis shot forward and covered me with his massive, beautiful body.
Braxis's mouth went to mine eagerly. I moaned and pulled him closer. He was so big. So fucking beautiful. That glorious hair. I slid my hands through the silken locks of golden red. Oh, and the way he kissed me as if nothing else mattered. Even as men shouted and screamed, Braxis kissed me slowly and passionately. I fumbled with his belt and then undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. A sigh slid from me, into his mouth, as I closed my hand around his shaft. Oh, sweet stars, it was thick, hard, and weeping for me. I rubbed that liquid over his velvety skin; it would help ease his way into me.
“Oh, fuck, Mara,” Braxis moaned. “What are we... why? Are you sure? Wait. No, this can't be right...”
“Shh,” I whispered and pulled him back down to me, kissing my way along his jaw. “I need you inside me, Braxis. Now. I need younow!”
“Mara.” Braxis shook his head, blinking as if coming out of a daze. “Oh, fuck. They did something to you, didn't they? Those fucking bastards!”
