No, you fucking harpy, I did not.
“Kind of hard to focus on what you’re saying when you’re touching me like that,” I answer with a lazy smirk that quickly mollifies the Princess of Greed currently draped over my legs.
She giggles, drawing up her leg up enough to reveal her lace panties before she purrs, “I could dosomore than just touch.” Luther scoffs into his glass at her blatant proposition and I kick his ankle under the table, which coincidentally dumps Lyra off my lap.
Oops.
Before she can complain—or worse, try to crawl on top of me again—I signal for the waitress to bring another round. As the alcohol flows thanks to our bottomless tab, conversation drifts from the latest gossip, who’s fucking who, to what everyone’s wearing to the Masquerade. Cynthia’s given up on waiting for Luther to respond with anything more than a grunt after the last twenty minutes of talkingathim, while Calanthe and Lyra haveturned their attention to the crowd of plebs worshipping at our altar, whose adoration feeds their power and their bloated egos.
Thane, the lucky little shit, ignores them completely as he hides behind the shroud of smoke that separates him from the rest of the world. And thank fuck, too. He’s been a right pissant since he came home smelling like absolute heaven the other night. Him and Luther both—the former’s been twitchier than usual and the latter’s given us the silent treatment for two days. Which—rude, honestly. I mean, when I saw her buck ass naked, I described in excruciating detail how fan-fucking-tasticher tits were. And thatass.
I’m getting a chub just thinking about it.
Shit, think of something else. Anything else.
Xaphan mutilating a fresh kill.
Roth calling me “puppy”.
Lyra’s panties.
Yep, that’ll do it.
When the conversation drifts to yet more shoes, Luther abandons me without so much as a backwards glance.
What a dick.
Although, when I finally realize why, it’s not like I can blame him.
Not when Nyx is grinding back on his dick like that.
She doesn’t even know it’s him. If she did, she sure as shit wouldn’t be riding his hand, either.
I probably shouldn’t be turned on watching them. Ireallyshouldn’t be turned on by the scene that plays out behind my eyes: her pinioned between us, looking up at me with the fucking eyes, tears streaming down her face as Luther works his monster of a cock into her tight, little cunt.
Hoooolllyyyy shit.
Okay, nope. Can’t think about that here.
When I attempt to discretely adjust my dick, I accidentally jostle Thane out of his little cloud of happiness. He looks around, trying to reorient himself and I clock the moment he realizes why our grumpy gray giant hasn’t reappeared. His back goes ramrod straight, blue eye flaring as his demon surfaces from the depths of his mind. No one else notices Roth shifting his leg under the table to ground him, but there are more than a few wary side glances at Thane’s sudden change.
They should really be much, much more afraid.
Very few people have seen Thane’s demon.
Even fewer have survived the privilege.
It’s hard to comprehend the sheer scale of a monster the size of a football field. Just as he starts trembling with the effort to contain the immense power inside of him, Roth’s voice breaks his focus. Thank fuck, we really don’t need to add the headline, “Small town leveled by gigantic magical snake” to our list of problems.
“Thane. Get me another drink, will you?” Thane nods and swallows, fighting his way through the relentless groupies. I clasp his shoulder when he passes by and without missing a beat, launch into another rendition of after-parties long past to keep their attention on me, and not my precariously unbalanced bestie.
But when I see him approach Nyx as she’s dancing a few minutes later, it’s my composure that nearly crumbles. He winds his arms around her waist, pulling her with him as they retreat into a dark corner of the dance floor. Through the flashing lights and writhing crowd, I can see his lips trail down her neck. A surge of sudden jealously makes my stomach churn when he holds her against the wall.
Iwant a fucking taste.
Iwant to run my hands over her tits like that.
Iwant to feel her body pressed against mine and rut into her?—
