Although, to be fair, Bask was achieving that with only my finger, whereas I’d had a whole prick to play with.
When Bask let go of my finger with a pop, he rested his head on my stomach, and I wished that I could stroke his hair.
“Delightful as that…”
“Finger fellatio…?” Bask offered.
“Kissing with beautiful extras was,” I continued, “I’ve just dragged you away from Damelza’s cruel clutches, and she’ll be searching for us. I can’t even manage a very British tapping foot of disapproval in defense, and there’s only so much a little finger can achieve in a fight. Where are we?”
Wherever Bask and I had landed it was soft, light, and decidedly not Damelza's study. Also, it wasn't anywhere that I recognized, even as I luxuriated in the warmth of the furs beneath me.
Above, stars twinkled from the canopy of an obsidian four-poster bed.
If this was Damelza's bed, then I'd never be able to scrub myself clean, even with one of those magical showers that existed now.
As I stared at the gleaming black, it appeared to swirl and mold into different shapes around the stars like suns were dying and new galaxies were forming.
Whoever slept in this bed apparently believed that they were the center of the universe.
Ah, a fae then.
My breath hitched. This couldn't be the forbidden East Wing and the Princes' bedroom, surely?
Bats and cats, was I snuggling in Prince Lysander's bed?
I wanted to hurl...but at least if I vomited, it'd be entertaining to see Lysander's expression when he found out who’d destroyed his bed that was fit for a...prince.
Why did the Princes deserve such luxury, when the Immortals’ Wing was plain and cold? There weren't even enough pillows for both Bask and Fox to cuddle, and they starved, at the same time as the Princes dined on delicacies sent by their wealthy patrons. Yet on this bed, there were heaps of furry cushions like a gang of cats had claimed it as their territory.
Bask wrinkled his nose, before snatching up one of those fluffy creatures and wafting it under my nose. "Do you smell cherry blossoms?"
I choked on the intense sweetness. "It's like being smothered by spring." Then I sneezed. A gold feather rested on the end of my nose. "Would you awfully mind not shedding on me."
Bask looked affronted. "Get on with you, I'm not a..." Then he became ashen. He picked up the gold feather between his finger and thumb like he'd discovered a hair on the sheets from a far more private place of the body. "Lysander tastes of cherry blossoms. He was temptingly delicious, until he poisoned me.”
“Typical predator behavior,” I muttered. “There are frogs like that.”
Bask bounced up onto his knees. “Do you know what this means?"
"You shouldn't go around licking fae?"
He nipped my lower lip. "I get to wank on a Prince's bed."
I blinked at him. "Are you awfully certain that's our priority? Lysander shouldn't have suggested that your sword was short in Warrior Training, but there are more constructive ways to prove your manhood. Right now, we could be searching for how to restore my power."
Bask bared the long line of his alabaster throat, sliding his hand down to undo his pants and slipping his hand inside. He bit his plush lip, and his eyes became half-lidded. "I am," he panted. "Let me please and feed you. Marking the arrogant fae's bed is only a brilliant bonus. Tell me what you desire."
Who wouldn’t give in to such seductive temptation? I desired him.
I circled my little finger. "Push down your pants."
Bask wriggled his pants down in a move that was so sexy, it made me squirm inside. My skin prickled at the way his hand hesitated over his own hard prick. When he glanced at me for permission, I flushed with warmth because he knew that he didn't need it. "Cup your balls with one hand, then stroke yourself, hard and fast. You come in the next minute or you don't come at all."
Sweet Hecate, that’d hadn’t sounded at all as if I’d just copied the script from one of Flair’s favorite…and most vocal…fantasies.
Bask's eyes widened.
Could he manage it? Had I set an impossible challenge, just the same as the trials within the academy?
My familiars had kept watch over the Rebels with a Wank Count for decades but they hadn't timed them or at least, they might've and simply not told me. It wasn’t the type of thing that a lady asked: Do tell me the length of time that the students took to achieve climax in self-pleasure today…to the second, please.
Yet if my power was to be recharged, then it was worth a try. Bask set to the task with a determination that teetered on the line between pleasure and pain. His back arched, and I was mesmerized by the slide of his hand up and down his throbbing prick. His thighs trembled.
He groaned in frustration.
Then all at once, I could move again and touch.
I clasped my hand over Bask's, uniting us. I pressed my mouth to his, stealing a taste of his coco and almond lips. Bask shuddered like he'd been electrocuted for a second time; he'd never been this sensitive before.
What had it done to him to be deprived of my touch?
Instantly, he came. A pearly arc streamed out, painting the black covers of the bed white.
Fifty-six seconds precisely.
I caught Bask in my arms. Together, we tumbled to the other side of the bed, laughing. His eyes glittered. I was lit with joy, and my magic vibrated through me again.
I caressed down Bask’s neck, his collarbone, and along his hip. I touched every inch of exposed skin simply because I could.
Bask sighed happily, pulling me closer. "I'm pettable again." Then he smirked. "Especially my arse." When I pinched his behind (which I had to admit was the most splendid example of its kind), he merely grinned. "You can spank me if you like. My sweet behind is at your service."
"Ehm, grateful as I am for the offer, I shan't ever wish to thrash you. Why, what have you done wrong? Are you hiding a guilty secret?”
Bask jolted. “I was thinking more erotic fun and less bad boy discipline.”
“Excellent because I only want to save you."
I glanced around the room.
At least this was the last place that the witches would think to look for us. Immortals were banned from the Princes’ rooms and the Princes from the Immortals’. The witches kept the academy and the wards that trapped us running by keeping us as rivals.
At the far side was the archway with the key emblem above it (just like the Immortals had the torch in their Wing). The three Hecates in the courtyard chose which group each student would belong to on arrivaclass="underline" Princes, Immortals, or Randoms. There were wardrobes and desks just like the Immortals’ rooms. Except, these ones were grand with gold gilt and inlaid with mosaic battle scenes. The floors were thickly carpeted, and the ceiling was ornate.
On each wall was a glowing board with scrolling Privilege and Punishment Points in pink letters.
What would it be like to wake up to that each morning?
Juni Crow, the Princes’ Tutor, had terrifyingly organized motivational techniques. I hadn't expected myself to feel grateful that Bacchus, the Immortals' tutor, was into chaos, even if that included random Ice Water Punishments.