Page 29 of Cider
Man, I had hit a nerve. My fox purred in triumph. Oh, this would be fun. There was no harm in teasing him.
“That’s good.” I took another bite of steak. Damn. It was good. I’d have to ask who made it and see if I could order from them. “I mean, I have to tell you.”
Jack had looked down at his plate. Maybe I could tease him later.
“I hope you’ll let me watch.” I took a sip of the wine. It was a rosé and actually pretty tasty.
Jack’s head jerked up so fast, I was afraid he would have whiplash.
“What?”
I kept my face neutral. “I hope I can watch?”
His mouth gaped like he was a fish out of water. I was having a hard time not cracking up.
“You’re alright that we’re lovers?” His hands gripped the sides of the table.
Alright. Time to stop teasing the poor guy.
“Of course, I am. You’ve known each other longer than I’ve been alive. Besides, I have three mates. It’s not like I can say anything. Why would I? You are both consenting adults. But, even if, for some stupid reason, that I wasn’t okay with it, it’s not up to me. It’s your body.” Leaning forward, I touched his right hand. “Besides, I think it’s hot. So, can I watch?”
There was silence for almost a full minute. I had started to feel awkward. I’d just started to pull my hand away when he turned his over and laced our fingers together again.
“I want you to watch. I want you to be between us. I want to watch you ride me while sucking on Titus’ cock. I want to be fucking you from behind while Billy takes your mouth and Titus fucks me.”
Every word made my cheeks flush. By the time he finished, I was pretty sure I could be mistaken for a maraschino cherry.
Well, alright then. Good to know we were on the same page.
I grabbed my napkin with my other hand and started fanning myself again.
“Holy shit.” I couldn’t look at him. I was going to combust right there.
“That’s a yes?” Jack’s voice was whispered, but I could hear the satisfaction in it.
I nodded. “Hell yes.”
His chair slid out as he stood. He was at my side right after. I was on my feet, my arms going around his neck as his lips moved to meet mine.
Fireworks. Electricity. An ice storm. That’s what his lips felt like as they moved across mine in a searing possession. His hands gripped my face as his tongue plundered inside to fight with mine.
When I sucked on his tongue, he growled so low, I could barely hear it, but, boy, did I feel it. My hands ran up under his shirt, my nails dragging along his skin. I wanted to mark him. Show the world he was mine. And Titus’. Perhaps Billy’s one day.
“Come with me.” Jack pulled back. His eyes were glowing white and I noticed that the snow around us had kicked up into a frenzy but didn’t touch us in our little bubble.
“Here?” I was fluffy, but ice was still cold. I knew we’d break the table with how hard I wanted him to fuck me.
He chuckled, this time it sounded evil. I wanted him to do that more. It did things to me.
“No. I’ve had to clean up the ice when others have had sex on it. It’s a mess. Besides, I want you in a soft bed so the bruises you have are from my body. Not the ice.”
I whimpered. Yup. I was a goner.
Jack waved his hand at the table and it just disappeared. I had to close my eyes and reopen them several times slowly to make sure I was seeing what I’d just seen.
“Wait. How?” Words were good.
“I’m the Winter King,refr.” He said it like that would explain everything.
