“Or fucking,” I put in, smirking at my brother. While he typically bedded women, I knew of a few males he’d entertained in previous years. Cyrus always was one to experiment and play.
He merely shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it. “One or the other.”
“Wait…” Claire turned to walk backward, her gaze on Cyrus. “Did you just admit you’d fuck Titus?”
Another shrug. “He could use a dominant hand.” His expression darkened a fraction, his icy gaze twinkling with deviousness. “Why? Is that something you’d enjoy?”
Her stumble answered the question without words. As did the beautiful blush painting her cheeks.
Oh, Claire.
Our innocent little princess.
The things we would teach her in the years to come.
Maybe we’d even teach her a few things tonight...
Claire
My entire body tingled, courtesy of Cyrus and Titus. Oh, they didn’t fuck each other last night, but they definitely had fun putting me between them.
Of course, I spent half of it imagining what they would do to each other.
Vox and Sol, too, for reasons I couldn’t explain.
But not Exos. No, I suspected Exos would never touch any of them. A point he drove home by merely watching last night rather than joining in. I could sense his arousal the entire time, yet he never once approached, preferring to almost supervise like the last time all of us engaged in an orgy in the living room.
God, who was I becoming?
A sex fiend, obviously.
“What are you thinking about over there, little queen?” Cyrus mused, his blue eyes knowing. “You’re looking awfully flushed.”
“Nothing,” I lied. I squirmed in my seat and tried to focus on the papers in my lap.
Kols had delivered the dark-magic texts to Exos this morning—as promised. Only, he’d provided us with more than the one book we discussed, saying we might be interested in defensive magic as well. So Cyrus had that text while I perused the dark arts for something resembling what Elana had done. Exos sat beside me on the couch, one arm stretched out across the back over my shoulders and his other palm on my thigh as he read with me.
“There,” he murmured, fortunately concentrating better than me. “It mentions liquid summoning.”
I skimmed the passage he pointed at and nodded. “It’s similar to what she did, yeah. But she seemed to have more control somehow.”
“Perhaps she altered it with spirit,” he replied.
“Sounds ominous,” Titus said as he approached with a tray of mugs. “I’m not Vox, but I tried my best.” He set the drinks on the table and picked one up to hand to me. “I may have added something special to this.”
I peered inside to see embers rotating on the top.
No, not embers.
Burnt marshmallows.
My lips curled. “You made hot chocolate.”
“Or a version of it, anyway,” he replied, sending a flame dancing over my cheek in a kiss. “I had to improvise a little from the recipe Vox left out because we’re low on ingredients. Used some sort of fruit milk instead of the creamy stuff you like.”
I sipped it, noting the spicy undertone, and sighed. “It’s perfect.” It tasted nothing like the hot chocolate I grew up with, but I didn’t mind. This was better. Sweeter, stronger, and it warmed my insides. Mmm. Yes. “Perfect,” I repeated, taking another sip.
“I’m glad you—”