TheFireDemongestures toward it with an elegant flourish of one burning hand.
“There you are—your place awaits.”
I swallow hard, my gaze fixed on the chair as my heart begins to race again.
Behind us, one of the gauzy curtains shifts.Iturn instinctively—and catch a glimpse of something bright moving behind it.
It’s flame—Salazarhas gone behind the curtain.He’snot really giving us privacy, but at leastIcan’t see him anymore.He’llbe watching us do this, though—every bit of it.Likewe’re putting on a command performance just for him.
My stomach twists as he confirms my thoughts.
“You will not see me,”Ihear him smoothly.“ButIassure you…Iwill see you.Iwill seeeverything.”
Heat floods my cheeks.Idon’t like this—not one bit.Butthe ache inside me pulses again, stronger than ever, andIfind myself taking a step forward anyway.
“Now,” his voice continues, calm and measured, “let us discuss the terms of your trial.”
I stop just short of the chair, my fingers curling at my sides.
“Terms?”Iecho faintly.
“Of course, little priestess.”There’sa hint of amusement in his tone.“Youdid not thinkIwould simply hand you what you seek without some effort,Ihope.”
Theron makes a low sound beside me, something halfway between a growl and a warning.
“Careful,” he rumbles.“We’renot hear for your fucking amusement, demon.”
The curtain flickers asSalazarlaughs softly.
“Oh, but youaremy dearDrake,” he says.“That’sthe whole reason you’re here.Nowthen, let’s continue with the terms.”
“What fucking terms?”Therondemands.
“Listen andI’lltell you,”Salazarsays mildly.“Butthe terms are not for you but for the little priestess.”
“What…what do you want me to do?”Iask, my voice almost too dry to talk.
“Nothing you’re not already burning to do,I’msure, little priestess,” he tells me.“Butno matter how eager you are to be filled with your handsomeDrake’sshaft, you must give before you may take.
A shiver runs down my spine.
“Give what?”Iask.
“Whypleasureof course, my dear.”Thecurtain shakes again with a rumble of demonic laughter.“Youmust take yourDrakein your mouth–but you mustnotlet him come.Iwant his need to be at its peak when he enters you.”
I nibble my bottom lip.It’snot likeIdon’t want to suckTheron–Ido.I’mthirsty for the taste of his spicy, cinnamon-sweet precum.ButIcan’t help feeling embarrassed, knowing we have an audience.
“Well?”Salazarsays, interrupting my long pause.“I’mready when the two of you are.Unlessyou’ve decided you don’t want the living coal after all?”
“No, we want it—we do,”Isay quickly.“Just…let me get situated.”
Theron helps me get seated on the throne–which has no arms–just the thick crimson cushion.
“You all right with this, baby?”he murmurs, cupping my cheek in one big hand.
“Yes.”Ilick my lips and look up at him.“Please,Theron…I’mso thirsty,”Iadmit in a low voice.
“I’m sorry, baby.”Hestrokes my cheek.“We’regoing to take this slow.Justbe sure to pull off ifItell you to.Beenwanting you all week–it’s going to be fucking hard to keep from coming when you wrap your sweet little mouth around my cock.”
