Page 60 of Hadley House
No wonder they were able to kill me so easily.
“I didn’t say to gather the entire house,” Bennett said, lifting an eyebrow in Abraxas’ direction.
The basilisk shrugged. “They followed me.”
“There’s no way Hadley is comfortable with an audience this big.”
If my cheeks could get redder, they did. Because I was more than comfortable. In fact, I was thrilled. This could turn into the orgy I’d been thinking about since I realized my attraction to the men, the one I never would have been able to ask for because of my nerves. Telling myself they’d never remember only went so far.
“She doesn’t look like she minds,” Waylon said.
“You can’t know by looking at her,” Bennett disagreed. “Birdie? You want them to leave? We only need Kirin, who is obviously the biggest annoyance since he already has his cock out, but is less intimidating than a whole horde of people.”
“What kind of nickname is birdie?” Waylon asked, muttering it under his breath.
I was slowly figuring out why the pixie-demon was so hot and cold toward me. Whenever I was the centre of attention, he was snotty, sarcastic, and rude. Specifically, if Bennett’s attention was on me, he got all pouty.
“Waylon, don’t be a brat unless you want me to beat your ass later,” Bennett threatened.
Having him on my side would only worsen my position with Waylon, and I didn’t want to be hated by the pixie. I pushed myself up until I was properly seated on the couch again, forcing Bennett to retreat so his body was no longer covering mine. Pushing my embarrassment to the side was hard, but I toned it down ever so slightly. Everyone stared at me as I stood and took the few steps over to the table Waylon was sitting on.
His eyes widened, and he looked nervous. I was an unknown to him, and he had no clue what I was going to do. No one did. Not even me, until I found myself leaning forward so our lips connected.
He gasped, and I slid my tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss. Every part of him was tense, and I hoped he’d relax, but all he did was start leaning away. Shame filling me, I pulled away only to have him throw himself forward.
I yelped, his legs coming around my waist and arms draping over my shoulders. My hands landed on his ass to hold him up, and he weighed so little I managed to stay standing. Bennett’s steadying hand on the small of my back helped. I lost all rational thought as I held the small man against me and restarted our kiss, his hips grinding his cock against my stomach.
When I finally pulled back, Waylon whimpered and leaned his head forward, sucking and nipping at my neck. I was breathless and fell back to the couch with him on top of me. “Watching that made me wish I could climb her,” Kirin said.
Playfully glaring, I tilted my head to give Waylon better access to my neck. “Don’t you dare try.”
He laughed. His cock was still in his hand, precum glistening at the tip as he stroked himself, watching the show. Zan was pressing down on the bulge in his pants, still hovering in the far corner. Ghost mechanics still made little sense to me, but he could clearly touch himself while he was in ghost form, without making his body solid. If I gave him permission, would he take his cock out and touch himself too? Zan was certainly the type to need permission, unlike Kirin.
“He’s easy to tame with a kiss,” Bennett said, nodding his head to Waylon. “I’m surprised you picked up on it.”
Waylon detached his lips from my neck to glare his lover, but groaned and went back to it when I gave his ass a rough squeeze. His tail was thrashing back and forth behind him, and I wondered if he’d let me stroke the soft, black skin. I hadn’t been intending to tame him. All I wanted was to make it clear I wasn’t a threat to whatever relationship he had with Bennett. They had something more than sex, at least on Waylon’s side. Likely on Bennett’s, too. I’d seen emotion between them.
“I thought he might want to be included,” I said.
“Do I get to be included?” Kirin asked.
He never stopped. If he was going to be included, I’d have to turn my domme on, because I couldn’t have Mr. Cocky making me nervous. I’d take begging and pleading submissive Kirin, though. Bringing him in but not allowing Zan and Abraxas to participate felt wrong.
Fuck, this really was going to become an orgy.
Unfortunately, I had a pressing question first, and I had no idea how to ask it gracefully.
Turning my head to face Abraxas, who was lounging and looking nearly unaffected by the display, I opened my mouth. Then closed it. And opened it again, blurting out possibly the most awkward question I’d ever asked in my life. “Do you have a cock? Or other genitals? Where do you keep them?”
Kirin burst out into laughter, and Zan stifled a giggle from the corner of the room. When I glanced at Bennett, he was smirking. Abraxas had gone pink, all the way down his chest. His expression was a little lost, nothing like the cool exterior he usually displayed. He stayed silent for long enough that I sighed and turned to the wolfman beside me.
“Can someone tell me the answer? That was the most horrible question I’ve ever had to ask, but I’ve never been sexually attracted to a snake before.”
“I’m not a snake.” Words finally came back to Abraxas.
His tail slid along the floor as he moved himself to the front of the couch. I moved Waylon in my arms, ignoring his groan of annoyance when he didn’t have easy access to my neck anymore. There were no doubt dark hickeys gracing my skin, but I didn’t mind. Fuck, I wouldn’t have minded even if I had to wait for them to heal naturally.
“You have the bottom half of one,” I said, looking down the length of his scaly tail.
