My chest fills with warmth. “Really?”
He nods. “I’ve never had a man’s rod inside me. I’ve never desired one. But the first time I saw one man penetrating another, I turned instantly hard, aroused by both men’s obvious pleasure.” The lust in Zogar’s expression deepens. “Watching those men, I could imagine how it might feel, even though I didn’t want it for myself.”
I nod and then sigh as his hand teases the hair at the apex of my legs. “But those women. The ones who were bound to those plaques on the wall...”
“Lucian assured me they signed contracts to become familiars. Their public display is part of their training.”
“What’s a familiar?” I ask.
“It’s akin to a vampyre’s servant, I suppose. But a high-status servant. Like a gamekeeper, or house manager.”
No servant in Achotia would ever be treated as those women were—not even the concubines—although I wouldn’t put it past some of the males in Tynan’s family to treat their servants that badly. In fact, I witnessed his grandfather treating one of his servants much worse.
Wincing, I put something together. I might not be right about Achotia.
“What are you thinking, my queen?” Zogar asks. “Tell me what vexes you.”
“After my mother died, more than one of the maids at the castle was removed from her position, when she became swollen with child. Back then, I didn’t know how babes were planted. But now that I do know. Now that I understand the lure of sex. I can’t help but wonder if some of the babe’s born to those poor maids might have been my half-siblings.”
Zogar kisses my forehead. “Such things do happen, my queen.”
“I’m glad to hear that those mounted women signed contracts.” I shift on his lap, and his rod, fully stiff again, falls hard against my thigh. “But while I did find that display disturbing, it was also very…arousing.” Remembering the unrelenting strokes of that fucking machine, my cunt pulses.
Cupping my face, Zogar looks deeply into my eyes. “Tell me more.”
I smile, and my cheeks heat. “Seeing the women mounted like that reminded me of the day we married.”
He frowns. “Those wall mounts arenothinglike the Throne of Consummation.” His tone is filled with anger. “That throne is part of a sacred ritual?—”
I place my finger over his lips. “I didn’t say it wasequivalent, just that it reminded me of how it felt to be bound, not being able to move while…” My body heats intensely. I’m certain my cheeks are bright red. “Will we—might we—ever use that throne again?” My teeth scrape my lower lip.
A slight hint of a smile brushes Zogar’s lips. “The throne issacred, my queen. Meant only for the consummation of a marriage.”
I nod, trying to hide my disappointment. “I only wondered?—”
“We can’t use that throne again, but I can use my magic—or other means—to create something similar. If you’d enjoy that.”
Anticipation expands my chest. “I think I might enjoy it. At least, I’m curious about seeing if I might.”
“As your husband, it’s my duty to fulfill your every desire.” He grins, while trying to look serious, as his hands stroke my body, sparking my intense need.
“Perhaps we can try that—someday.” He winks. “Perhaps I will grant you this wish, when you least expect it.” His voice is rich and deep, full of his own desire, but also with something playful. He’s not only pleased but aroused by the notion.
I love how he’s teasing me, and he’s erased every bit of my shame. Given all the powerful vampyres in that club, I couldn’t have helped those women, even if they’d wanted me to. And based on what Zogar has said, I shouldn’t feel shame at how their sexual torment aroused me. Even though my desire mademe feel as if I were breaking every Tenet of Othrix at the same time.
Zogar’s thumb brushes over my rigid nipple, and my cunny pulses.
“Thank you.” I smile as I look into his eyes.
“For this?” He brushes my nipple again, then slides my sensitive tip between his thumb and forefinger, temporarily stealing my ability to reply.
“Yes.” My voice shakes. “Thank you for that, but?—”
He flicks another finger through my sex and grazes my button with a finger dampened by my juices. “Butwhat, my queen?” Humor teases the desire in his eyes.
I try to hide my reactions to the stimulation. He’s clearly trying to unnerve me. “Thank you for taking away my shame. Thank you for helping me understand what I was feeling.”
“And what are you feeling—right now, my queen?” He presses two fingers inside me, twisting them inside my hot flesh.
