Lucas shrugs. “I’m sure there’re others out there.”
My hand slams against the wall to keep from keeling over. Maybe this is the dream and I’ll wake up at any moment. I bite my tongue and sharp pain forces me to release it. Nope, it’s real. I glower. “How the fuck did you two become friends?”
Lucas beams. “Shared trauma.”
Valen rolls his eyes so hard his head tilts. “Arachnid gods, spare me. We arenotfriends. Come, or neither of you are getting food.”
Lunch is mind-numbingly delicious. I help myself to another serving of the lamb pie just to experience the flavors for a second time and practically moan from the rich gravy. I’m so busy shoveling giant scoops of it into my mouth that I nearly miss Lucas staring at me. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. It leaves me cold, my cheeks puffed with a mouthful of meat. I choke it down and reach for my wineglass.
He swirls his own, the red glinting in the light. “I’ve got a question for you, Tor. One that’s been plaguing me.”
I pause, glass hovering midair. My eyes narrow suspiciously and dart to Valen, who could care less about what Lucas is saying. Curiosity gnaws at me and a spark of hope that it’s about our kiss forces my hand. “What is it?”
“It’s a two-part question. Nothing too difficult for you.” Lucas waits until my glass touches my lips. “What exactly did you mean by ‘the back’ when you asked us to flip a coin?”
I spit my wine back in my cup, a hacking cough stealing my ability to speak.
Lucas smirks at me so evilly that he could rival Valen’s. He takes a bite of pie, chewing in thoughtful reverie as if he hadn’t planned this for the last day and a half. “And my second question is, which one of us were you hoping would get the honor of fucking your a?—”
I throw my hands out, wine splattering across the white linen, and screech, “Stop!” I’m beet red and snatch my napkin to dab at my mouth. Composed as much as I can be, I scowl at him. “Can’t you let anything go? I was delirious with potions and lingering dark magic!”
An aristocratic drawl cuts in. “I, too, am curious.”
My head whips towards Valen. Of course, this is how their new bonding will present: tormenting me. Valen smirks widely. “How did that devious mind of yours imagine such a scenario?”
I’m too exhausted for this. “I didn’t?—”
“You’ve never expressed interest in being with two men before.” Valen picks up his own glass with his fingertips. “With other women? Oh, yes. We had a particularly good time sharing Samara.”
Lucas’ eyes light with excitement. “What happened with Samara?”
I squeak and Valen takes a careful sip before answering for me. “We took turns eating?—”
“Stop!” I’m about to explode.
Valen smirks. “Did you want to take Samara’s place? Your magician and I can flip a coin as you so eloquently suggested.”
My eyes widen. I remember vividly the way Samara sat on Valen’s cock, her legs spread wide for me to lick her until she came apart, writhing in Valen’s strong hold. I swallow, face burning. I doubt the men could tolerate each other long enoughfor a proper threesome, but it doesn’t stop my mind from running wild with the possibilities.
I let out a shivering breath, my gaze darting to Lucas before dropping. I’m far too curious about which role he would prefer. I already know Valen would want me to sit on him, so he could whisper deliciously in my ear, feeling my back press against his chest so he didn’t miss even the smallest of quivers. He’d sit in the chair, his magic forcing my legs to remain on the outside of his, so I stayed splayed. His hand feather-soft against my breasts…
And then, there would be Lucas on his knees before me. Our kiss, hot, passionate, comes to mind and suddenly I can imagine the feel of it lower.
I chug the remainder of my wine in hopes that it’ll calm me. I’d slap myself, but it would bring Valen too much satisfaction. The heat blazing in my face mirrors the inferno between my legs. Overwhelmed, I snarl my words with more anger than I mean. “Can youpleasefocus? We have much more important things to discuss. Like how best to get the amulet on the spider.”
They’re ignoring me. Lucas’ eyes lock with Valen’s. “Was it a contest?”
Valen’s head tilts. “No. More sexual torment of a mutual friend. Astoria always loved a good pussy.”
“Oh, I know.”
Cold suddenly douses my growing passion. My eyes flare, snapping to Lucas, then Valen. If Lucas tells Valen I haven’t been with a man since our breakup, I will die of embarrassment. It would reveal too much of my complicated knot of emotions that I haven’t begun to untangle.
Valen catches my reaction, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
I speak far too loudly. “The amulet!” I give Lucas a meaningful look and kick him hard in the shins. He barelyflinches. “We should get it back to the spider quickly. But before I go,” my eyes slide to Valen, “I was wondering something.”
Valen’s smirk is still far too mischievous. “Is it?—”
