Page 49 of Bound By Darkness

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EILISH

Earlann

I lift the spoon to my mouth as I remind myself to chew and swallow.

Chew and swallow.

Saevel’s lips move as she asks me something, but I can’t understand her.

“I’m sorry? Can you repeat the question?” I ask distractedly. Baron’s hand draws light circles along the inside of my thigh, causing me to clench my legs together, trapping his hand right where he wants it. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Prior to our exchange in the bedroom, I’d never thought he was even remotely attracted to me.

I brush the throbbing crown of Dragan’s cock above his pants, feigning innocence to my dinner companions even as I feel a flaming blush steal across my cheeks.

Baron leans closer and I feel his breath against my ear. “The air is thick with your arousal,” he whispers. He glances down and notices my hand on Dragan and merely gives me a smug little grin. Baron continues to surprise me.

The teasing scrape of Baron’s fangs against my neck causes me to squeeze Dragan and all I can think about is how incredible it would be to have them both together—at the same time. The gargoyle’s nostrils flare and he growls low in his chest, a sound which can easily be mistaken for a response to the ongoing conversation.

I lick my lips and Dragan’s eyes flicker to my tongue as I do my best to pay attention to the discussion around me and not lose myself to the feel of Baron’s fingers as they find my wetness. He presses against the cleft of my folds, and images of our time in the bathtub race through my mind.

I whimper without realizing what I’m doing and immediately cover the sound with a cough. Cambion glances at me with dropped brow and he shifts in his chair. I wonder if he feels it, too: the heat that pulls the four of us together, even as we fight it. I offer him a quick smile and he looks away.

Baron applies more pressure on my clit and then inserts his index finger into me. My pulse quickens. Dragan grinds against my hand, but I snatch it away when Saevel addresses me again.

“Do you have any family?” she asks as I pull Baron’s finger out of me and return his hand to his own lap, beneath the table. I don’t spare him another glance.

There’s no way I can continue this game with both of them and still pretend like I’m paying attention to dinner conversation.

Instead, I focus on Saevel and do my best to remember what she just asked me. At first appearance, she looks like an elf, but further inspection reveals the unique curve of her pointed ears. A hybrid.

Hybrids are rare and often looked down upon due to their ‘impure’ blood. Saevel appears half demon and half fae—imp and faun, to be exact—but I see no sign of horns and her legs are covered by her skirts. Only when she brushes a hand through her long auburn waves do I see a hint of a stump where her horns should be. Most half-breeds spend their lives in brothels or enslaved elsewhere, but I’m glad Raflamir found a place for her, though I’m not sure if she’s his wife or what exactly.

“No, none that I know of,” I answer and I can feel both Baron’s and Dragan’s attention riveted on me. I clear my throat and hope the blush overtaking my cheeks isn’t too obvious.

“Pity,” she says.

I dip my head and swallow the final bite of my stew. Flumph wipes his hands on the tablecloth and finishes what’s left in his bowl. It’s his second helping. Or, it might be his third.

“I can tell you’ve all been through quite a lot,” Raflamir remarks. “But the tides are changing and there is light on the horizon.”

“Thank you for the words of encouragement,” Cambion says.

We finish supper and retire to the living room, where we relax in front of the fire. I notice all the window shades are drawn and the front door is locked. Raflamir is clearly taking a risk in having us here. Luckily, his home is the last on the road, and just beside it is a hovel that’s no longer inhabited. Both Cambion and Dragan used their light and shadow magic to weave a charm around Raflamir’s house to ensure no one would be able to overhear us.

I sit on the floor next to Flumph and watch the rest of my group. Dragan is already staring at me, and I’m afraid he knows something happened between Baron and me. I don’t know why I think that, though—maybe it’s just my guilty conscience.

But what do you have to feel guilty about?I ask myself.You owe Dragan nothing! He turned on you as soon as he found out you were Succubus.

He’s fighting himself.

Even so, he revealed the truth about how he feels about you in no uncertain terms. He can fight himself all he wants but when you needed him, he wasn’t there for you. The only one who didn’t judge you was Baron.

For that, I will forever be grateful to the vampire. I have to admit, I’m pleasantly surprised with the recent development of our relationship. I like the fact that I feel I have an ally in Baron, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly attractive. And sexy. Beyond sexy.

He touches me in such a way that it feels like he knows my body and has for years.

I take another sip of the sweet liquid in my glass. Dragan called it mead, but that doesn’t mean much to me. What I donotice is that it makes me feel… light on my feet. And happy. It seems to be having a similar effect on Cambion and Dragan, because neither of them is arguing. Thank God.

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