I nodded. “Of course.”
I wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he began pulling my skirt up my legs, running the vibrating horn along the inside of my thighs. I momentarily forgot how to breathe when he spread my knees apart.
“Tell me what you want him to do to us.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t been expecting this.
A long blink of his lashes. “Play along with me, cherie.”
I understood immediately that he needed this. I nodded once again, and the horn slid against my center. Vibrating.Vibrating. My breath came unsteady and thin. The desire that always lived just below my skin switching on.
“Do you want to watch him choke on my cock?”
I moaned. My back involuntarily arched.
“You could sit on my face while he did it.”
Another broken sound left my lips. The horn clattered to the ground, and his mouth was there. Licking and licking and licking. My fingers twisted into his hair, holding him closer against me, the heels of my boots digging into his back.
The tension that had been thick in the air ripped through me in waves as I imagined the scene coming to life. Two fingers slid inside me, thrusting in and out, and I whimpered. Heat and power and the ecstasy of being devoured by the man I loved came crashing together.
Bastien looked up at me, lips wet and pupils wide. “The only way I’d let him touch you is with a dagger against his throat. I’d tell him how to touch you. And if he strayed, I’d open his throat.”
“Bastien,” I choked out.
Everything inside me clenched. I was close. So close. He brought the horn back, holding its vibrating ridges against me. His fingers inside me. “Could you take us both? Could you stand that much inside you?”
A feral cry tore from my throat. Gorrath, with his rose thorns, Bastien with his scars. Gorrath meant nothing to me. Nothing. He was nothing. But imagining it? My husband and him? Feeding me enough power to turn me into an immortal?
“I can take it,” I rasped.
Bastien set my hand on the horn, encouraging me to keep going, then stood over me. Trousers unlaced. His hard length in his hand. He watched me with lust in his eyes as I teetered right on the edge.
“Put it in you. I want to see it,” Bastien gritted out. Working himself up and down like he was about to lose control.
I did as he asked and slipped the tip of the horn inside me. It was almost too much.
“Now fuck yourself.”
The command rippled through me, and I obeyed without question. Our eyes locked. Our chests rising up and down in tandem. It was only a moment before the heat of my building magick crested.
“I-I’m going to come,” I whispered, voice broken. Sweat dripping down the side of my face.
Bastien ripped the horn out of my hand. In one quick motion, he turned me around, lifted my skirt, and bent me over the table. Rough, hard thrusts brought me to my climax, the table shaking beneath my palms while stars burst behind my eyes. A curse and a moan left his lips, followed by the warmth I was craving. It spilled inside me, and a smile rounded my lips.
This was the only thing I ever wanted. Him. Completely feral.
He kissed my hair. My neck. The tops of my shoulders. “If you weren’t pregnant before, you will be,” he whispered. His fingers gliding through my wetness, playing with the mess he’d made. “If another man is going to touch you, he’s going to know who you belong to.” He swirled his fingers against my sensitive spot. I sucked in a shuddering breath. “Because you are mine.”
Chapter 32
L’Inévitable
CLAIRE
After discussing our boundaries for proceeding with this spell, Bastien and I walked hand in hand toward the door. We were about to step over a line together. And when it was done, I’d be free of Mama’s curseandimmortal. An illicit thrill I didn’t bother pretending away raced down my spine. Not for the demon, but for the new life I’d have. Mama would never be able to hurt me again, and I’d be with Bastien forever.
Bastien pulled the door open, but the corridor was empty. No demon waiting for our answer. No Chastity standing guard. It was just us.
