Page 155 of Spark of Sorcery
“You really wanna touch Thorne that much, huh?” he asks, his vibrant eyes dancing over what must be my messed-up face.
I can’t help giggling. “It’s just been a lot. Everything that’s happened, I mean.”
“But, you do want to touch him?” he asks me, tugging off my boots and taking my feet into his lap, beginning to massage the soles with his thumbs.
“Jeez, that feels good,” I say, sinking further into the armchair.
“I’m exceedingly talented at making you feel good, Kitten,” he purrs, and I can’t help smiling again. “But, you didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes,” I confess. “I want to touch him. I want to touch all of you. Does that make me messed up?”
I’m not entirely sure why I’m asking Dray Eros for anassessment of what’s messed up or not. The shifter definitely skirts the fine line of crazy.
“Nah,” he says, bringing my foot up to his mouth and nipping my big toe. “I’d think you were more messed up if you didn’t.”
“Who’s messed up?” Beaufort asks, walking into the room with a large bowl in his hands. He comes to sit on the arm of my chair, handing me the bowl and a spoon. In the bowl rests a ball of something brown colored. “Chocolate,” he explains. I dig my spoon into the substance. It’s harder than I expected. I scoop up a little and bring it to my mouth. “Be warned. It’ll be cold.”
But despite that warning, it still takes me by surprise, that and the delicious, sweet flavor.
“Briony thinks she’s messed up because she wants to fuck all of us,” Dray says, kneading my feet again.
“That isn’t what I said.”
“But it’s what you were thinking.” He winks. “Tell me, Kitten, how exactly did that blood-sucking professor touch you? I’m dying to hear the details.”
I take a large scoop of the ice cream, shove it in my mouth and peer sideways at Beaufort.
“Ahh, don’t worry about him,” Dray says, “he may pretend he isn’t into all of that stuff, but trust me, Kitten, he is. He wants to hear as much as I do.”
I shake my head. “He doesn–”
“I do,” Beaufort says, and when I turn again to look at him, I find his features have darkened. It makes me shiver.
I squirm on the chair a little, taking the excuse of another mouthful of ice cream to work out what the hell I’m going to tell them.
“Are you embarrassed, Kitten?” Dray asks. “Becauseyou didn’t seem at all embarrassed when I had my tongue up your pussy.”
“Jeez,” I mumble.
“How did he make you come?” Beaufort asks me, his silver eyes so smoldering, it’s enough to make a girl light-headed.
“The first time or the second?” I ask, finding a little flirtatious courage and licking my tongue around the spoon.
“The first,” Beaufort says.
“He kissed me,” I swallow, “and then he had his hands on my ass and he was grinding me against him, against his …”
“Cock,” Dray chimes in helpfully.
I bite my lip and nod, electricity flickering around my body at the memory of it.
“And that made you come?” Beaufort says, “just rubbing himself against you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“So fucking sensitive,” Dray growls, tickling my feet. “I love how sensitive you are.”
“Now, tell us about the second time, little thrall,” Beaufort instructs.
