Page 58 of The Silver Spider
“Will never come here. If he does, he risks losing his own mate. Kailigh is fae, as well. They’ll have to find what Line she belongs to. What do you think will happen, if they try and take her away from my father?”
She didn’t want to think about it. Amnan was strong, and cunning, but Maddugh was centuries older, and hid under a charming, jovial exterior she knew was a complete lie. Especially when he made casual references to eating humans while he was drunk.
“Get washed up. Has the wound sealed enough to get wet or do I need to dress it?”
He stared down at her with narrowed eyes, then shrugged. “Your choice, Sere.”
She wondered if he meant for that to sound ominous. She shoved him, lightly, and walked past him to crouch on the edge of the tub. The sunken, tiled monstrosity must eat up an entire week’s ration of water for a normal family. It was barbaric. But she ran the water, turning to beckon towards him.
“Get in and scrub up before you soak so you aren’t sitting in your own filth.”
He stared at her a moment, then sighed. “You sound like someone’s mother.”
She ignored him, watching as he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground like trash. It was trash now, anyway. The cloth had stuck to his skin for a second, but he hadn’t flinched. She glanced away when he peeled off the trousers. Not necessarily because she was shy or particularly modest, but because she didn’t need him getting any ideas. She’d heard him loud and clear. Strong, bare calves entered her line of vision and he stepped down into the tub, hissing.
“It’s hot enough to flay the skin, woman,” he complained.
“Aren't you a dragon? I thought you’d like heat.”
“In my bed, not my bathwater.”
She sniffed. “Don’t be a baby.” She considered the angles, realized she couldn’t really help him by leaning over the tub—and she’d look ridiculous laying flat on her stomach—and sighed, standing to strip out of her own clothes.
“Serephone,” he said, ominous.
“Don’t be such a male.” Naked, she climbed in with him, snatching a cloth from the built-in shelf. He lounged on a bench, the water not quite covering his lap yet. She ignored him, though it was difficult not to see the rapidly growing erection rising with the water.
“Can't you control yourself?” she asked, annoyed as she approached. She wet the cloth and began swiping it gently over the mostly knit wound.
He snorted, brimstone in his nostrils for a moment. “I am controlling myself. You aren’t flat on your back, my cock between your thighs.”
She grit her teeth. “That’s no way to speak to your stepsister.”
“Nowyou’re my stepsister. My stepsister, who is crouching naked at my feet, close enough to my manhood to take a taste if she wanted.”
“You’re crude.”
He spread his arms. “All you have to do is hop on, sweetheart. No hands, I promise.”
His rough, sensual talk was affecting her. Her nipples hardened, a physiological response she ignored because she couldn't control it any more than the scoundrel could control his erection. She glanced at it, hand stilling on his chest. Would it even fit in her mouth? Or inside her? Persia would know what to do—she was as horny as a…well, just plain horny. But Serephone had never been the one for a casual romp.
She looked up at his face. His eyes were closed as he rested against the ledge, seemingly at ease. She abandoned the cloth.
“How can you even get it up with so much blood lost?”
He snorted, and didn’t dignify her question with a response. Serephone wrapped her hand around him.
He jerked, eyes flying open. “Woman!”
“You asked me to.”
“I didn't think you would actually do it.” He moaned as her hand moved up and down his length.
“Stop whining,” she said.
His cock moved in her hand, swelling and bobbing as if it were urging her on. The water slicked her path and she moved faster and faster, enjoying how she made the veins of his neck stand out. How he was completely helpless to move under her tender…mercies.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out.
“Then come.” Her voice was a cool command. In the space of a second she’d made a decision, crossed some kind of barrier in her mind. “Come now.”
