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My insides swayed with a foreign, euphoric feeling while my curiosity grew. Was he testing us for some reason? Was this really just to see how I reacted with them? I didn’t know, but I wanted to see both of their reactions when I did it.

The polished floor squeaked, tugging against the skin of my leg as I slowly crawled to where Eli was bound.

“Seriously? You are so fucked up.” Walter shook his head at Mendax with a scowl.

Mendax canted his head to the side and gave a wolfish smile.

What was he going to do if I touched Eli right now? I didn’t want Mendax to hurt him…or me.

“Go on, straddle him, love. He’s all tied up. He can’t hurt you,” Mendax chuckled, knowing that wasn’t a deterrent for me.

Euphoria clouded my reasoning. In the back of my mind somewhere, IknewI shouldn’t be doing this, especially not with Eli and most certainly not right in front of a tense, raging Unseelie on a hair-trigger, ready to kill every one of us.

My eyes caught Eli’s, and I hoped to gauge what was going on in his mind, but his eyes had locked on the ceiling. I bit my lip hard, the painful pinch causing me to let out a sigh as pleasuretingled over my mouth. The tang of blood should have grounded me a little, but unfortunately it only made me more aroused.

Hearing a rumble of appreciation, I snapped my gaze to Mendax.

“I knew you were made for me,” he said joyously. He stood up, fastening his pants as he walked over to the bar and poured another glass of mead, then took a long drink.

“On fae, mead makes them calmer, removes some of their stress or anxieties. But non-fae, especially humans or those without powers to absorb the magic, they get encouragement for the things they stifle. Many of them die because they can’t stop dancing, and it kills them.” He held up the glass with a wink. “It brings out their natural…more primal desires, if they have any. You may have the half of your heart with no powers, but it is still an exceptionallyfiery half, it seems.”

I turned back to Eli, who was still staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I hated that he wouldn’t look at me—even though I was touching his thigh, and it was probably a trap. I also hated how much Mendax thought he knew me.

Determined to spite them both, I threw my leg over Eli and seated myself on his lap, tightening my knees against his hips. My fingers felt the warmth of his skin through his thin white shirt. He tightened his jaw, still refusing to look at me. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted to feel his eyes on mine.

I knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want me. I could feel his hard length pressing through his pants against me.

“This is your chance, Aurelius. She’s all yours,” Mendax said as the binds of smoke evaporated from around Eli’s body, freeing him completely.

“Do. Not. Touch. Her.” Walter bit out the quiet warning to Eli as he continued to glower at Mendax.

Suddenly filled with nerves, I pulled my hands back from Eli’s solid chest and turned my head to look at Mendax.

“I don’t?—”

Mendax’s body turned to black smoke, disappearing from where he sat, before reappearing so close, my bare back pressed against his legs. I gasped as he fisted the back of my hair, wrenching my neck so that I was looking straight up at him.

“So you are aware as well, this will also be theonlytime you are ever allowed to touch him again, so you might as well get it out of your system now, pet,” he purred before lifting his glass to his lips. “Perhaps you need another drink.”

My neck wrenched farther back. I could feel the tingle and pulse of every hair on my head as he bent to tower over me, where I kneeled on Eli. Mendax’s sky-blue eyes and evil mouth were only a few inches above mine. He lowered his bottom lip, and cold mead poured from his mouth into mine. I fought to swallow with my neck at this angle and began to choke and gasp for air before he finally let go of my hair. I straightened, swallowing the remnants while sending streams of purple liquid down the front of my bare chest and splashing on Eli.

“Let him have a taste,” Mendax laughed as he returned to the couch, looking maniacal and devious.

I ran my fingers over the dribbles of mead on my chest, then down over top of my sensitive clit, rolling my hips when my fingers made contact. Eli’s length pulsed underneath me, causing me to groan.

“Eli,” I whispered.

Softly, I grabbed his face with my left hand in the hopes he would look at me. Movement caught my eye when his hands flexed at his side, still looking at the ceiling.

“Trust me, friend.Don’t do it, no matter how badly you want to,” Walter warned again sternly.

I pulled my two fingers from inside myself and lifted them to Eli’s handsome mouth, pressing them inside.

His eyes flickered closed and his hips bucked ever so slightly. He grabbed my wrist, keeping it in place while the other went around the small of my back and pulled me against him. He swirled his hot tongue around my fingers with a soft groan. Eli’s face was now only a breath away from my own.

“You don’t have to do athinghe says, Calypso, and you also have no worry from tempting me. Not a sundown has come in this castle that I haven’t been tempted by you and not acted upon it. I swear to the Ancients, I will do nothing that will put you in danger, and I will get us both out of here,” he whispered, finally looking into my eyes while holding his hands up in surrender.

The energy in the room tensed as Mendax and Eli locked eyes.

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