Seated in my lap, Kali ignored Ryder’s, Sadira’s, and Eli’s discussion about our options. “What have you done to Zion?” she whispered to me. “He hasn’t stopped sulking for the past hour.”
Following her gaze, I admired how he sat cross-legged, sharpening his favorite blade with such deliberate motions they could make your enemy tremble.
The torment I was subjecting him to was straightforward: stretching out the time like a rubber band before the main show began.
And a show it was going to be, based on how the cushion thrown on his groin concealed hisdiscomfort.
My fingers slipped under Kali’s long-sleeved shirt. She twitched, and I cursed myself for forgetting to warm up my palms.
So instead of teasing the sensitive skin under her navel, I brushed her hipbone over her leggings. Up. And down. Up and down, until she squirmed.
Only then did I reveal, “He’s wearing a butt plug.”
Her core contracted. Going by how her focus dropped to Zion’s crotch and her subsequent flush, he must have explained to her what the toy I had left in the bathroom was.
He banged his head against the wall, the thump so quiet none of friends noticed, the three of them overtaken by their debate on the best approach strategy.
Kali murmured, “Is it hurting him?”
“Not if done properly.” I kissed the crook of her neck. “Remember how he felt inside you in the kitchen last night?”
Her thighs clenched.
“Now imagine if you had to walk around with him buried in you.” A barely audible whimper fluttered out of her, and for the millionth time, I wished I could consume the sounds she and Zion made. “Why do you think he’s playing with knives? Since the beginning of our meeting, he’s been sitting with a hard-on, unable to do a thing about it.” I nuzzled the column of her throat. Her thundering pulse betrayed her fake composure. “What I will do to him after we are done here, he still has no idea.”
“Why?” Clutching my t-shirt, she scrunched up the fabric. “What did he do?”
I dug my fingers into her hip. “He left our bedroom clean this morning.” While she had still been battling sleep, and I, washing up, Zion had slunk out of the bedroom, as sly as Shadow when the mood struck the kitten.
Kali shot me a questioning look. “Clean?”
“I gave him a choice. His mouth or his ass. One or the other, he had to spend the day filled with my cum.” Her blush permeated the few inches of air between us, coaxing my lip corners to lift. “But he fled.”
Zion dragged one blade against the other, the screeching an audible omen of the fate awaiting his targets—anyone, no matter their sex or age, who would stand against us in Ilasall.
Steel glinted in the warm light bathing my study as he tested the sharpness by rubbing the pad of his forefinger on the edge. Mesmerized, he surveyed the drop of scarlet dripping down his digit.
Kali snorted.
And fuck if that sound didn’t raise my temperature. “Something you want to share?”
Releasing my t-shirt, she stroked down my abdomen, the simple touch enough to light me on fire. “I think he did it on purpose.”
That wasn’t a secret. Zion got off on the thrill of a game. Similar to our girl. Both of them liked to be nudged around, chased, shoved into a corner, andtaken.
“…we’ll use the night as cover to cross the field to the city gates,” Eli mused, beckoning me to return to their conversation. “The question is, how long will it take us to transport everyone as close to Ilasall as we can with the limited vehicles we have?”
Re-securing my hold on Kali, I pulled out a stack of notes from the first drawer of my desk. I had done the calculations before Conall’s wedding. The ivory sheets of paper contrasted with the dark wood as I spread them out?—
And stilled.
It couldn’t be.
But it was.
No other conclusion could be made. The familiar handwriting proved that what I was staring at was undeniable.
Fishing out the list, I held it up, catching Zion’s eyes. Wicked, depraved, sinful eyes.
