Page 336 of Psycho Gods
It would have been believable if he wasn’t lapping at his bloody fork with an erection straining his silk pants.
“Do you want me to lick him better, my Revered?” he whispered seductively into the warm night.
“Um,” I said eloquently as I struggled to remember what my name was.
Where was I?
Who was I?
Scorpius leaned over John’s lap. Ever so slowly, he stuck out his tongue and dragged it across the bloody stab wound. Then he bit down, and John screamed.
Scorpius wiped the back of his hand across his red stained lips and smirked in my direction.
Unsurprisingly, John did not forgive him.
What was surprising was none of the men initiated sex.
There were lots of little moments.
I’d nap on the blanket beside Corvus and wake up to hardness pressing against my ass.
Scorpius would whisper “good girl” when I ate sweet fruit. Once, Orion whispered to him that the juice was dribbling down my chin, and he ordered me to, “Swallow it all for me sweetheart. Get every drop.”
I obeyed and licked my lips.
All the men groaned like they were in pain, and Scorpius openly grabbed at his crotch, but nothing came of it.
As a woman with needs, it was torturous.
Another time was when I went horseback riding with Luka he sat behind me, my back pressed flush against his front, and his hand kept accidentally stroking across my chest.
Nipples hard as rocks, I moaned and leaned back against him.
He tugged my head back harshly and kissed me wantonly with his tongue. His other hand stroked my nipples as I white-knuckled the reins.
But then he stopped and abruptly dismounted the horse.
He said something about a cold shower and disappeared.
On and on it went.
But the little moments never turned into bigger moments. I would have started to worry about the men’s interest in me, but Scorpius woke us all up each morning with a detailed explanation of all the depraved things he was going to do to our bodies.
It was definitely more of a timing thing.
So I waited.
And each day somehow got better than the last.
I called John out for checking out Scorpius’s ass, and he threw me into the lake, which had the unintended effect of freezing it over.
Orion found ice skates, and all of us took turns skating.
My power kept the lake frozen even in the summer sun.
Then Scorpius brought out more enchanted wine, and the skating really began. John challenged me to a trick competition, and he tried—and failed—to throw a flip.
Scorpius and I spent the afternoon dressing the bleeding cut on his head with white bandages. John looked ridiculous, and we were all drunk enough that we laughed about it for hours.