She tasted unbelievably sweet, likegallberries and…
Krono! I pulled my mouth away and cupped herhead in a firm grip when she tried to kiss me again.
“Bran, please,” she whimpered. “Kiss me.” Shestuck her hands up my shirt, her fingers tracing over my stomach muscles.
I groaned, trying to ignore how good hertouch felt against my skin. “Evie, did you -”
“Bran!” Court came running into the livingroom, holding the bottle of gallberry wine in one hand and a glass in theother. “The human drank some wine!”
“Hi, Court,” Evelyn’s smile was both shyand seductive at the same time. “Why don’t you join us? Bran said you guys wouldbe happy to make me cum.”
“Krono.” Court’s mouth dropped open. “Sheis drunk, Bran.”
“Yes,” I said as I tugged Evie’s hands outfrom under my shirt. “I realized that when she kissed me, and I tasted the wine.”
“She kissed you?” There was no disguisingthe jealousy in Court’s voice.
“Because she is drunk, Court,” I said.
“I’m not drunk,” Evie protested as I gentlyeased her onto the couch beside me.
“You are.” Court showed her the wine bottleand the glass before sitting them on the side table. “You drank some wine.”
“Well, yeah, but only half a glass. I don’tdrink that much but I’m no lightweight.” She burst into giggles before runningher hands over her body. “Definitely not a lightweight. Hey, do you guys thinkthe king will find me too fat?”
“No,” I said. “Your body is perfect.”
“Thank you.” Her pleased smile was back. “Ithink your body is perfect too.” She eyed Court. “I’ve been thinking aboutyour perfect bodies a lot this week. Can I see you guys naked? Pretty please?”
Court’s face was a dark green and he gaveme a helpless look. “What do we do with her?”
“Put her to bed,” I said.
“Yes,” Evie giggled before slinging her armaround my shoulders, “take me to bed, you green studs.”
She pealed more laughter as Court raisedhis eyebrow at me. “Studs?”
I shrugged. I had no idea what she meant either,but it didn’t matter. We needed to get her to bed before she passed out.
“You are going to bed to sleep, little human,”I said.
Evelyn pouted adorably. “But you said youand Court would fuck me.”
Court’s gaze turned to me faster than awicken running through the jungle.
“I did not say that,” I said.
“You kind of said that,” Evelyn said.
“Bran,” Court said.
“I did not,” I said. “Court, she is drunk.”
“I am not drunk.” Evelyn puffed out herchest before giggling. “Hey, do you guys ever use contractions. Like ever?”
“We do not know what…”
“Do not.” She grinned at me and pinched mycheek. “Say ‘don’t’, Bran.”