“You trying to control me, Daphne?” he snaps.
I grin as the beast in him raises its head. He presses one hand against the base of my spine, arching my back to allow him to reach another level. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I cry out.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “I need another before I come.”
Touch myself? I would be embarrassed, but propriety doesn’t belong inside this cave. My hand moves between my legs, and my fingers touch him where he’s stretching me. The indecent act makes everything ramp up.
“Not me,” he snarls. “Fuck. Touch your clit, Daphne.”
I smile, taking note that the act makes him lose control, and then touch my swollen, throbbing bud. Despite not having done this before, it only takes a tempo before I’m flying again. The air gets sucked out of my lungs as Theo loses the battle with his ownrelease and slams so deep inside of me I think he might have imprinted himself.
My forehead drops to my arm, and Theo covers my back with his front. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” Nash snaps. “That means I don’t need to fucking kill him.”
I jump, making Theo laugh. My eyes narrow. Has he been aware of Nash’s presence all along?
“When you’ve quite finished corrupting our sweet maiden through not one, but two orgasms, join us at the entrance.”
“Oh my Idols,” I mutter. He knows I came twice? My core clenches. Wait, is that a turn on? Apparently so.
Chapter
Ten
Istand naked as the diurnal I was born while Nash kneels and examines my non-existent wounds in the least sexy way possible. I huff as he pokes my ribs.
“Astonishing,” he rumbles.
I arch a brow and grin. “Thank you.”
He straightens and drops a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. Something dark moves in his gaze, and I wonder, not for the first time, if Nash Stirling is hiding something more sinister under his stern teacher exterior. Hart warned me that his brother masks whatever demons plague him. Maybe it’s time I took more notice.
“Get dressed before you catch your death,” he murmurs.
“Ha. Death can’t catch me. I’m too clumsy for him to predict.”
Malachi holds out a red dress, similar to the one I had on before all the orgasms and stabbings, but this one is thicker, made to combat cooler temperatures. Theo dangles clean white lacy underwear in my face.
“White is misleading,” Hart murmurs as he leans against the cave wall with his arms folded and his gaze skimming down my body.
I yank the panties over my legs with a snort. “I was not a virgin,” I remind him. “So if you thought that, then you were delusional.”
His lips quirk. “Virgin no, but innocent, yes.”
I roll my eyes. “You are delusional.”
“You hadn’t even had an orgasm until us.”
That’s a good point, and if he’s trying to corrupt me, sign me up. “I don’t remember. I think I need a replay.”
Malachi shakes his head and wanders out of the cave toward the horses waiting to take us back. I asked if I could ride a dragon instead, given he’d ridden me, but no one found my statement amusing, so I guess I have to face off with the horses.
“Daphne, you can ride with Malachi,” Nash decides with a side glance at Theo, who opens his mouth to argue. “You need to get a grip on your dragon, and he needs to be reminded that he doesn’t own Daphne like a shiny toy.”
I’ve never been shiny. Or a toy.
