I knew who the sexual command had been given to.
I put a fist on either of my temples and averted my eyes.
Sweet savior of S’Kir, their cocks werehuge.
Worse, they were turning me on with all these erections.
Putting my hands on either side of me, I rolled over to my hands and knees and tried to stand so I could leave.
Someone behind megroaned.
I tripped over my tunic again.
Belly-flopping to the floor, I wept. I tried not to make a sound, but I knew I was trembling.
“I am so sorry, Masters.” The words squeaked out of me. “I’ll leave. This is no place for me right now.”
I pushed to my feet, but a hand came around my waist to keep me from falling. I glanced over and found Master Roran supporting me.
“You will have to forgive our mate, child. He’s a bit of an insufferable prick.”
“Please,” Master Rilen was on my other side. “You like to suffer on his prick.”
“Oh, gods.” I didn’t need sexual banter.
“Take her back to her room.” Master Dorian’s voice sliced through the air.
Master Roran turned and faced him. “No. We traumatized this poor girl, and she needs a moment. I’m going to make her tea. And if you object, you can sleep alone for the next month.”
Master Rilen nodded silently and took my elbow. I noticed he donned pants at some point, and I was grateful. There had been entirely too much temptingmalenesshanging out.
Leading me to the kitchen, Master Rilen sat me at the table while Master Roran started a pot of tea on the stove.
“Are you all right?” Master Rilen asked, tipping my chin up.
I started to nod yes but changed it to a no after a moment. “I’m not. I’m exhausted and overwhelmed, and Iswearto you, I had no idea you were in here…uh… occupied.”
Master Roran chuckled from where he was retrieving mugs for tea.
Naked.
Master Rilen shook his head. “Child—”
I held up a hand. “May I ask you both to please stop calling me that? I meant to ask Mistress Neves and Mistress Ophelia earlier. I may not be as old as you, masters, but I am still nearing my first century.”
Master Rilen nodded. “It’s probably best if we did. There’s no reason to call a temple masterchild.”
Roran pulled a sugar bowl out of the cabinet. “We never did with Vitas.”
“And we shouldn’t with the young…” Master Rilen halted and tapped his nose. “With Mistress Kimber.”
“There’s a condition, though.” Master Roran continued.
“That you put pants on?” Master Rilen snapped.
Master Roran offered him a rude gesture and turned back to me. “That you stop addressing us formally in private like this.” He leaned forward and put his chin on his fist. “After all, I’m sitting here buck naked after being caught fellating my mate.”
Master Dorian roared from the doorway.
