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The result would be the same.
They would all suffer my wrath.
They would all fall.
Agonizingly.
6
~Cassius~
“You see this, Cassius? It is not just me.”
I looked up from my plate of ribs and followed Ketheron’s gesture to Lazriel, who sat opposite me, his fingers of his left hand now covered in marshmallow goo.
I shook my head in mock displeasure.
Lazriel grinned. “This was done on purpose.” He gave me a rather heavy-handed seductive look, the kind that was even noticeable to one as deficient as I was in these sorts of matters, as he said, “I enjoy licking sticky things off my fingers.”
Goodness.
“Cassius doesn’t care for mess,” Ketheron spoke, thankfully not registering the dirty subtext with his inability to recognize any sort of sexual context.
He then rose from his seat and began washing his hands in the kitchen sink.
With Ketheron’s back to us, Lazriel’s lips lifted and the mischievous glint in his eye had me tensing.
And then he proceeded to lick his fingers, taking his time, and literally making a meal out of it.
Slow, sensual licks, guttural groans, curling his tongue… and the intense eye contact.
Hades.It had my body responding beyond favorably.
I drew in a sharp breath and shifted my weight.
“He’s hurting. Physicality and connection make him feel better and help to center him.”
Those had been Velra’s words to me regarding Lazriel.
This performance from him was clearly a textbook case of precisely that.
I called my power, just a spark, and flicked it at him. It was enough to snap him out of it. Especially as he watched the second tonic that Warlow had given me materialize on my palm.
As I leaned across the table to hand it to him, I spoke low at his ear, relishing his sharp intake of breath as he felt mine fanning across the side of his throat, “I will see to you. Once Ketheron is settled and asleep. Until then, try to relax.” I eased back and put the vial down right in front of him. “And consume that immediately. You have just eaten, it is the perfect time, according to Warlow’s dosage instructions.”
He took a moment to absorb what I had said, and then he popped the cork free and swallowed the liquid down.
He set the empty vial back on the table, staring at the remnants of the fifteen ribs he’d consumed. The water ceased running and Ketheron returned to his chair at the table.
“Good, hmm?” he spoke to Lazriel, as he eased back into his chair.
“Huh?” Lazriel asked, all starry-eyed.
“The marshmallows.” He beamed at Lazriel as he went on, “They are my favorite dessert food. One day, I ate two entire bags. Cassius said that was too much and notdinner worthy,so now we have them for special treats and only after dinner.”
The flirtatious air from Lazriel dissipated at Ketheron’s sweet words, and he chuckled.
“I love it. And I do like marshmallows, more than I thought I would. Actually, Sylas makes this cinnamon toast and I didn’t consider myself to be a fan of sweet things, but that started changing my mind.”
