Page 65 of Their Offering

“The boys said it was your favorite. I hope you like them.” Ida watched me take a bite, and I nearly rolled my eyes into the back of my head. Fuck, it was delicious.

As we ate, I asked Ida to tell me more about herself. She’d started out as their mom’s handmaiden and helped with Keir, but once the twins came along, she mostly cared for them. She said the boys were quite mischievous growing up, and still were. I didn’t want her to stop talking, but she did when Keir entered the room.

“Master Keir.” She nodded and got him a plate of food, placing it on the other side of Nicholas.

Keir didn’t look at anyone as he scarfed his food down quickly. We were still left staring at him when he stood and said he had business to attend to.

“What’s his problem?” I asked the twins.

“He’s going to see our father. Disappearing to deal with you made him suspicious, so Keir is trying to smooth things over.” Nicholas kissed my cheek and gathered our plates. He placed them in Ida’s outstretched hand and led me to the common room. “It’s no big deal. Our relationship with him has never been the best, anyway.”

I nodded and snuggled between the twins as we watched TV. They had everything here. It was like I was just on vacation, not in an entirely different world.

Chapter 31

Aiden

Lilly was incredibly sexy in those cute little shorts and tank top under that apron.

She’d been here for a few days, but she was already growing bored of being in the flat. I didn’t blame her. Nicholas and I tried our best to keep her entertained, but I knew she wanted to be out and exploring Hell.

I was delighted when she asked me to teach her to cook. It was adorable. Back on Earth, she’d tried to help us with the meals, but she was a less-than-ideal sous chef, that was for sure. The poor thing could barely handle stirring carrots.

She’d chosen baked chicken and roasted vegetables for dinner.

As she washed the vegetables at the sink, I smacked her tight little ass, making her yelp, then sat back against the stove behind her, the warming oven hot on my ass.

“Hey,” she hollered at me. “Stop that. I need to focus.”

She was focused alright. Her forehead was wrinkled, her lips twisted, and her hand worked meticulously under the water.

“You’re just washing veggies, little one,” I teased, pressing myself against her back and running my hands over her hips to her stomach. “You’re in for a doozy if you’re distracted so easily.”

She giggled and pushed her ass into me, finally playing along and relaxing.Good. She should be relaxed. We were just cooking and having fun. It wasn’t some life-altering test or anything.

“Watch yourself, buddy,” she warned playfully.

“Buddy?” I whispered in her ears. “I’d take that back if I were you.”

“Never.” She ground against me, pushing her ass against my cock, hard and ready in my sweats.

I pulled away and smacked her ass again. “Don’t distract me.”

She scoffed. “Me?”

I gave her a wicked grin. “Yes,you. You’re distracting. I’m trying to cook.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

“Alright, I think those are clean enough,” I teased. “You won’t have any vegetables left if you keep scrubbing.”

“Pffft.” She put the cleaned vegetables on the towel next to the sink. “Okay, what’s next?”

I talked her through cutting the chicken, seasoning it, and placing it on the baking sheet. We did the same with the vegetables, and once everything was in the oven, she let out a breath.

“I hope it tastes good,” she said nervously.

I laughed, which earned me a glare from her. The aroma of spices had already begun filling the air. She was worrying over nothing.

---