Page 101 of Desire

Darian moved away, and Edmund took his spot, sliding an arm under me so he could steal me from Daemon’s loose embrace. Daemon grumbled and burrowed closer, not waking.

“You smell so good, Trouble,” Edmund said in my ear. “If you’re awake, can you make the dishes rattle for me?”

I rattled the cup on the table and checked Maeve’s progress. She was outside of the forest now, and the sun was close to rising.

Edmund’s lips caressed the back of my neck, snapping my focus back to him as my eyes opened. A breathy moan escaped me. He withdrew, and my eyes closed. Yet I could feel him shifting his weight to look at me. After several beats of silence, he dipped his head and captured the shell of my ear gently between his teeth.

The energy didn’t simply tingle under my skin this time. It heated my skin, pebbling my nipples and creating an ache between my legs as my eyes opened and another sound escaped me. I recalled the previous times Edmund had touched me in the bath and the pleasure he’d shown me. Though I’d liked it, I hadn’t responded like this.

Need churned beneath the surface.

The contact ended too quickly, though, as he lifted his head again.

“I saw that, Trouble. Shake the house if I go too far, okay?”

He reached over me and nudged Daemon awake as he kissed my neck again. The fire spread under my skin, heating me. My exhale was filled with longing I truly felt this time. Edmund’s desire echoed my own.

“Lamb, finally,” Daemon said softly.

“She’s still cursed,” Edmund said against my skin. “Kiss her.”

My heart stuttered in my chest, and the tingle of need spread, but my eyes remained shut.

“Are we trying to make her mad enough to throw us like she did with Garron?” Daemon asked.

“No. She opened her eyes when I kissed her ear.”

“They’re not open now.”

“I know. That’s why I’m asking for your help. Kiss her and watch her eyes.”

A moment later, I felt Daemon’s mouth close over my nipple. A sound escaped me, and my eyes opened. Edmund met my gaze.

“Don’t stop, Daemon,” Edmund said, his hand gliding down my leg to the edge of my shift.

I could move my eyes, but nothing else.

His fingers glided up my thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh and quickening my breath. Daemon’s hand closed over my other breast, adding to my building need.

“Can you speak, Trouble?” Edmund asked.

My tongue wet my lips. His gaze dipped to my mouth.

“Rattle the cup if you want me to continue,” he said softly.

The cup fell off the shelf, and he chuckled.

“Focus on the spell. Find a way to break it. We’ll help keep you here,” he said.

His hand tugged my shift up over my hips, baring me to his touch beneath the blanket. Daemon caught the hem and tuggedit up further so his tongue moved over my bare nipple. I arched into his mouth.

Daemon groaned and caught my tender peak between his teeth.

A moan escaped me, and I felt the desire of the others increase, proving they were awake and listening.

Edmund’s fingers found my folds, and I gripped his forearm.

“Can you speak yet?” he asked.

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