“And who thefucksaid I’m getting tired of it?” Kieran snarled, lips curling back just enough to expose the gleaming tips of those feral little godling fangs.
Ireallyneeded to stop fixating on those.
Kieran’s eyes darkened, awaiting my response. I simply smirked, shrugged, and proceeded to feign an excessively dramatic yawn, reaching my arms high above my head in a stretch.
Which, of course, subsequently allowed the thin sheet that had been covering my breasts to simply…slip away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KIERAN
It took a tremendous amount of willpower to hold my ground.
Truly, I must’ve been granted the patience of a godsdamnedsainttoday, considering I was still leaning against the door frame while Arken fucking Asher was trying her best to seduce me back to bed.
“That’s just not fair, sweetheart,” I murmured.
My eyelids grew heavy as Arken kicked aside what little remained of the sheets covering her body. Slowly, lazily, she let her bare thighs part for me, exposing that glistening pink center.Already so fucking wet for me, good gods.Not to mention all of the pretty little bruises I’d left across that soft, sensitive skin of hers over the last several days—shades of pink and purple blossoming like her favored peonies, petals of blue and yellow, stark but stunning against the creamy porcelain swells of her flesh.
“What gave you the notion that I ever play fair?” she purred back, crooking her finger, beckoning me forward. “But maybe I’llconsider it if you come playwithme. Perhaps I’ll even let you even the score.”
I cocked my head. “The score, eh?”
Arken chuckled, slipping her hand between her thighs suggestively. “Oh, come on now. I know damn well that you’re keeping count.”
I blew air from my nostrils in a half-snort, shaking my head. A few strands of hair slipped loose from the messy bun I’d pulled back earlier, falling into my face as I pinched the bridge of my nose. This woman was going to be the death of me one day—and I was quickly losing count of how often I thought those exact words.
“I might be keeping count, yes,” I confessed. “But I didn’t realizeyouwere, Little Conduit.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, grinning like a fiend. “I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that I’mveryobservant.”
I couldn’t help but crack a smile back. That was one of the very first things Arken ever told me about herself, actually.
“So, what are we at then, you insatiable sex daemon?”
Ark inspected her fingernails casually as she replied. “Takes one to know one. Forty-six to forty-seven.”
Hmm. I had counted forty-six, which meant she was ahead of me. Couldn’t have that. Idly, I tried to recall exactly when that happened.
“Last night,” she reminded me, as if the girl could read my fuckin’ mind. Wouldn’t be the first time. “I got a head start, remember? Emphasis on hea?—”
“You havesucha filthy mouth, Miss Asher,” I interrupted, smirking.
“And you sure seem to like fucking it,” she retorted, entirely unruffled by the accusation.
The woman was shameless about her vulgar vocabulary, and it was one of the many, many reasons why I was irredeemably obsessed with her.
“Understatement of the century,” I muttered, mostly to myself.
“So come back here and let me suck your?—”
“Arken,” I groaned, running one hand over my face in exasperation. “Behave yourself for like, two whole seconds, will you? You need fresh air and sunlight, and I’d ideally like to get to our destination before sundown.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Before sundown? Where are you taking me, Vistarii?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I mused, concealing my grin behind a sip of tea. “Just get your ass out of bed and get dressed.”
“Get dressed forwhat?” she demanded, pouting the way she always did whenever I managed to retain any semblance of willpower around her.