“Is it because I’m watching?” I ask. “You’re such a good little slut, putting on a show for me.”
She cries out, tightening her grip on her puckered nipple. Fuck, I want to taste it, want to flick it with my tongue. ThenI want to kiss down her belly until I can reach the ambrosia between her legs.
A tight rubber band constricts around my chest, hellbent on suffocating me.
Not yet.
She’s not ready for that yet.
Not ready forme.
“Strum your clit, little bird. Yes. Just like that. Such a good little slut. Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Please, Rafe. Please.” Tears continually cascade down her cheeks, and the use of my nickname leaving her plump, kissable lips causes my heart to stutter.
“Good girl. Come for me, Thea. Come all over your hand.”
Thea shakes and convulses, then she comes with a scream I wouldn’t be surprised my brothers could hear in the room next door. She throws her head against the tiled wall, trembling from the aftershocks, and I can’t help but think she looks like a goddess. She deserves to be on a throne somewhere, worshipped and revered.
She’s a beautiful poison, deadly and enticing. Unhealthily intoxicating. I can’t get enough of her, even knowing it’ll kill me.
She’llkill me.
While she comes down from her high, I slip out of the bathroom. I need a second to collect myself, to get my thoughts in some semblance of a working order.
What I did was stupid. Dangerous. Idiotic.
If I wasn’t obsessed before, I certainly am now.
Thea is mine.
And no one will take her away from me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THEA
Showers are amazing.
Having a sexy blood fae watch you in one? Even more amazing.
I towel off then throw back on the oversized T-shirt Krystian loaned me and grab my dagger off the counter. I don’t have any undergarments—why would I need them in a world where I never got dirtied or peed or pooped or had my period?—then return to the room.
Rafael is lying on his bed, flicking through the channels on the television. I don’t see Everett anywhere, and relief floods me. It’s not that I’m against Everett knowing what I got up to with Rafe, but…I have a feeling he would judge me.
And I’m fragile, dammit.
I bite my lip as I wait for Rafael to say something, anything. Hell, I would even take a head nod of acknowledgment or a fist bump.
Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed firmly on the TV, though I know he’s not actually watching anything. He’s flipping through the channels way too fast.
I shuffle from foot to foot as I place my dagger on the bedside table, then I clear my throat.
“So…” I begin awkwardly, wringing my hands together. “Are we going to talk about what just happened? You know the…”
I pantomime thrusting my fingers upwards because I can’t say the words out loud. I’m real classy like that.
Rafe’s fingers flex around the remote control, but he still doesn’t respond.
