Page 119 of Wicked Magik
Butterflies erupted in my stomach when I watched Veylor close the book that was in his lap and looked up at me and smiled.
A smile, a genuine one.
And it was hot. Like really hot.
Do not get turned on right now. Even if they both want you, that doesn’t mean anything. Veylor is still on the naughty list.
But he has a nice dick though…
Stop it.
Oryx huffed beside me and adjusted himself. I pointed a finger at him not to say anything, and he nodded in understanding.
Thank goodness.
Oryx grabbed a book from the closest table and passed it to me before settling down on the floor. Veylor remained seated, his chin propped on his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I hope it's okay with you, but I offered Oryx several options, and he selected this book. It's a collection of short stories."
I turned the book over and felt the leather beneath my fingertips. “Short Love Stories for the Adventurous.”
Heat flooded my face.
Oryx nodded excited and his tail whipped close to the blue fire that crackled. “Yes, I want more romantic stories to know how to make our pet happy. Know what kind of dates she would like.”
Veylor chuckled and tucked a long piece of hair behind his ear.
I grinned awkwardly. “That’s very sweet. But maybe we should pick…”
Veylor shook his head. “I think this book would be rather enlightening, don’t you?” Veylor wiggled his eyebrows.
Since when did he get all playful? Was he wanting to see me flustered?
I can give him flustered.
I sauntered to the couch with deliberate slowness, then lowered myself onto the cushions with an exaggerated wiggle of my hips. "Well, if Oryx is so eager to hear this particular story," I said, letting my voice drop to a honeyed purr, "who am I to disappoint?"
Oryx wagged his tail and he sat on the floor. Veylor now had a perplexed look on his face.
Yeah, you fucked up.
I ran my thumb down the table of contents, freezing as my eyes widened in disbelief at what was listed there. This wasn't just any romance anthology…it was a collection of explicit scenes, each one categorized. The contents page read like a menu of forbidden delights: intimate oral pleasures, scenarios involving multiple partners, creative implements, primal chase sequences, and role-playing fantasies that would make even the most liberal reader blush.
It was good to know that the people of this realm had some taste.
The question was, did Veylor know about what was in this book? Or did he just randomly grab it off the shelf?
Because he always looked like he had a stick up his ass.
Maybe he did need a stick up his ass.
Or Oryx’s dick.
Because I would watch that.
Reading these things privately was one thing, and I took care of myself while doing it, but the thought of reading them aloudin front of two people was terrifying. Still, my determination to get back at Veylor and leave him frustrated was much stronger.
I’m going to do this.
