Page 95 of Her Dark Promise

Chapter seventeen

Ispread my legs apart and ran my hands down my stomach, stopping at my pussy. I dipped my fingers in between my slit, and brought my fingers up to my face. I watched how our cum intermingled between my fingers and brought it down to my lips. Tasting us.

“Tell me, Callum, what do I taste like to you?”

I turned to find Callum staring at me and what I just did.

He focused back on me after being transfixed by my mouth and replied, “I would drink your cum for sustenance if I could. It is the most exquisite taste.”

I pondered that.

“I have never tasted your cum before. You taste rather salty.”

He looked worried.

“If the taste is not to your liking—”

I lifted my hand, stopping him. “I didn’t say that. Just stating a fact.”

We laid next to each other in silence. I rarely allowed him to stay, but I didn’t mind it at the moment.

Desperate for any contact? I thought you were the big, bad beast who needed no one.

Mind your business, Circe,I replied to her silently.

I heard her scoff in the distance of my mind.

I focused back on Callum. On the here and now. But my mind wandered to Soren.

“I wonder what I taste like to the brothers.”

I grew irritated at the look on Callum’s face, unable to decipher its meaning.

“Have they tasted you?”

I nodded.

“Does that bother you?”

He took time to think about my question before sighing.

“Honestly, I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel slightly jealous.” He sat up and looked down at me. Why was he getting serious all of a sudden? I sat up as he continued, “I meant it when I said that you could have many lovers and it wouldn’t diminish my devotion and love for you.”

Love. There was that word again.

I looked away from him, suddenly uncomfortable with the way this conversation had gone. He could tell where my thoughts had headed, but before he could say anything more we heard a crash somewhere in the castle.

Now what? I hung my head; I had planned on taking a nice long bath.

Callum jumped up, throwing his night pants on as he rushed from the room to assess the situation. Though I knew who was behind that crash and the next and next. I could hear raised voices and knew that Callum was arguing with Bastian.

What could have been the cause of this outburst?

I lazily got out of bed, threw on the nearest robe, and tied it around my naked body. I ventured into the hallway to determine the source of the sound.

I followed it out of the South Wing, down the stairs, through the halls, up the steps of the East Wing, and right into Bastian’s room.

Emilia was against the wall on the other side of the hall, staring at what was going on inside. I didn’t spare her another glance as I entered and found Bastian’s room torn apart. His furniture was shattered, the curtains were shredded, and his bedpost splintered.

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