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“Jeez,” she says, jumping away from me and bringing her hand to cover her face. “You’re …”
“Yes sweetheart I am,” I say, letting the pecs on my chest dance for her.
“You need to put some clothes on.”
“Nah,” I say.
“You’ll freeze to frigging death.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t feel the cold. Blood runs hot.” I stare at her with heat in my eyes. The kitten’s green eyes dart down towards my cock and away again. I chuckle. “Like what you see?” I run my fingers through my hair. “I hear you have a thing for riding cock. Wanna go back to my room and ride mine?”
She glowers at me – just like Beaufort did earlier. The two of them are more alike than they realize. I’d say that’s half the reason for whatever the hell argument they had.
“Do you get a kick out of swinging your cock about and flashing girls – who by the way really don’t want to see your cock!”
I ruffle my hair, then hold up my forefinger between us.
“One – I’m not swinging my cock – but if that’s something you want to see …” She shakes her head adamantly and I hold up another finger. “Two, actually, kitten, most girls want to see my cock.” I shrug. “What can I say, most girls want to suck it too.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Just because Beaufort pissed you off in some way–”
“You all piss me off. I already told you multiple times, I don’t want to be your thrall, I want nothing to do with you.”
I take a step towards her. “For someone who wants nothing to do with us, it sounds like you had rather a lot to do with Beaufort.”
My gaze flicks across her face as her cheeks pinken.
“That … that was a mistake.”
“Mistakes can be fun.” I lick my lips. “Wanna make a mistake with me, little kitten? Wanna make one all over my face as I lick out your pussy?”
And to my utter fucking delight, she draws back her hand and slaps me hard across the face. This is starting to become a habit. Our very own brand of foreplay. I love it.
Stars spin across my vision and my senses tingle, my magic electric, all the blood rushing down towards my cock.
I go to grab her, but the little thing is quick, and she’s slipping out of reach and scurrying away, up into her tower – just like that squirrel in the tree.
Fuck, that was fun.
The more I play with the little thing, the more I like her.
Chapter Sixty
Briony
I knock on Fly’s door. He skipped breakfast this morning, saying he was too nervous to eat. I wish I’d done the same, that way I could have missed that awkward encounter with Dray.
Fly steps out onto the landing and shuts his door behind him.
“Looking dapper today,” I tell him, taking in the way he’s styled his tracksuit and combed his hair this morning.
“Cupcake, if I’m going to die today, then I’m going to at least die looking good.”
“You’re not going to die, Fly,” I say, although I’m sure the nerves are apparent in my voice. “Trials aren’t meant to be deadly, remember? They’re meant to fish us out before we are actually killed,” I say, parroting something we’ve read and heard thousands of times, even if I don’t believe it, even if it was those fears that led me straight into Beaufort’s arms last night. “They try their best to keep casualties to a minimum.”
He takes my hand and squeezes it. “You’re right. Both of us are going to ace this trial. I was a little skeptical when you dragged that scrawny little thing to our lunch table–”
