“Slippy,” Bask’s voice was shocked and broken; when he peered at me over the top of his blanket cocoon, my chest tightened, “I need you.”
I hesitated, pressing against the wardrobe. The handle dug into my back. Was I what Bask needed right now? Honestly, he needed either Fox to care for or Magenta to adore.
I was the Rebel who didn’t even belong here. I was a hostage victim and not a student.
Bask’s eyes narrowed, and he struggled further out of his nest. “So does Nile.” He turned the plushie to glare at me. “Kiss him sorry.”
Despite myself, my lips curled into a smile. Bask could manipulate a kiss for himself through Nile from anyone. Well, perhaps not from Bacchus. I stalked towards the bed, throwing myself next to Bask.
I kissed Nile’s gleaming tooth (which was his favorite supplicant’s spot). “There. Better?”
Bask smirked, and his eyes gleamed.
Uh-oh…
Bask snatched me by the neck, rolling me underneath him and straddling me with a look of triumph. “Now me.”
Since he was naked, apart from his pink gloves, could I help the way that I groaned and my dick hardened?
I traced my hands down his sides, before settling them on his slim hips. The way that he arched into the touch told me how desperate he was for it. Hel’s tits, I’d have trashed the room before now, if I’d known the thought of all that tidying up was what it’d take to stop him punishing himself.
When he leaned down, I reached up and kissed him with a gentleness that shocked him more than if I’d savaged his lips.
Perhaps, after he’d seen me wreck the room, he’d hoped that I’d wreck him.
My expression darkened. “Fox isn’t Hector.” When Bask attempted to wriggle away from me, I tightened my hold around his hips. “He’s not lost to us. Seriously, it’s not the same. He’s not just a portrait on the wall.”
“Yet.”
“You love me, right?”
Bask’s eyes widened. “With every breath and forever.”
“Then trust me.”
Bask’s expression softened, and he settled against my chest, nuzzling against me.
When my stomach rumbled, he snickered.
I poked him. “Hey, can I help it that I’m starving?”
Bask circled my nipple with his tongue, and it peaked. My eyes fluttered closed. He flicked his tongue across my nub faster, before lightly biting.
Valhalla! I rubbed my crotch against his. Sparks of pleasure skittered up and down my dick like a promise.
“Incubi are delicious.”
“Looks like gods are too,” I gasped.
The sensation of Bask’s smile against my nipple was like joy itself.
I pulled the blanket over our heads. In these moods, I knew that Bask’s nests comforted him, just the same as my music did me. I teased the strands of his hair, as they dipped between his shoulder blades. Finally, I allowed myself to drag him up into a long, slow, and deep kiss.
Incubi were delicious.
I devoured his coco and almond lips. I could live on their taste forever because he was mine.
We both moaned at the same time.
“Sweet Hecate, a sex monster appears to have taken over Bask’s nest. I’ll warn you now that he’s fiercely protective of his pillows,” Magenta’s amused but muffled voice broke into the darkness.
Bask and I threw the blanket off at the same time, blinking in the light.
I didn’t even bother to smooth down my hair (even though I knew by Magenta’s grin that my hair was messier than Fox’s curls when he awoke in the morning). “Where is he?”
Well, that was one way to sober a witch.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say…
“You’re just hiding Mr. Fierce in your skirts, right?” Bask demanded, hopefully.
“The witch who I’m ashamed to call my descendant wouldn’t free Fox or the professor.” Magenta hugged her arms around herself.
“May she be cursed to always read the Rebel Mottoes in the voice of SpongeBob SquarePants,” Bask hissed.
Wow, that was some serious cursing.
Why wasn’t I smashing the wardrobe or hurling the desks against the wall? Only now that Magenta was here and needed me, it was easier to control Fenrir’s destructive urges.
Magenta avoided my gaze. “I tried.”
I vaulted off the bed, sweeping her into my arms and dragging her head to rest on my chest. The scent of the wild woods wound around me, calming my emotions and my brothers, until my hair settled to aquamarine.
For the first time in hours, I could think clearly.
“I know.” I stroked Magenta’s hair.
“We’ll win the tournament, see,” Bask added, even though his voice trembled, “and our whipping boy will be fine.”
“Then our Princes won’t.” Magenta raised her head to look at me. Our Princes? Magenta darted her tongue across her lips. “The Princes and I made a deal with Damelza. You see, I rather underestimated the nobility of certain fae princes.”
Bask gasped, clutching the sheets that’d pooled in his lap; his dick wilted in dismay. “The Prince must’ve cast a Delusional Hex or dosed her with Fae Kink Potion.”
“He did nothing of the sort, although I rather like the sound of that potion.” Magenta licked her lips again. “In fact, all of the Princes showed up at the study to beg for the freedom of both Immortal and Professor.”
“Perhaps, they were hit with a Delusional Hex,” I scoffed.
Magenta tapped my nose with her finger. “I believe that we’ve been too quick to dismiss their finer merits and pounce on their flaws. Just as we’ve been too slow to look for the reasons behind their behavior.” Her gaze became troubled. “I would’ve blamed Lysander for so much, when he was guilty of nothing but being born a fae prince. Despite that, he offered everything he had to save the man who I love and now…”
Her eyes gleamed with tears, and mine widened.
“What sort of deal did you make?” I demanded.
Fenrir snarled, clawing to escape.
We were screwed.
“Double or nothing. If we win the Tournament, then Fox will be freed. But if we lose, then I’ll be cast back into the tree,” Magenta admitted. What could I say? I trusted her. This way, either both were saved or both were lost. That was a chaos moment. She tilted her head, considering me like she’d expected me to explode in fury at her choice (and perhaps punch a wall because hey, there was precedence). Her soft smile when I didn’t was the best reward. “But it’ll cost the Princes too if they lose.”
“Their pretty silk uniforms…?”
“Don’t you think that they can be hurt too?”
I flushed.
“Pet me,” Bask demanded.
How had I forgotten that he was abandoned alone on the bed?
He shook, staring at us with impossibly wide, ruby eyes.
It’d meant everything to him to free Magenta, and I wouldn’t let anything take that away from him.
I swept Magenta into a bridal carry, and she let out a surprised, delighted laugh. Her arms looped around my neck. I carried her to the bed, before settling with her next to Bask, so that she was half way in both our laps, shared between us. Instantly, Bask stroked along her thigh, like he needed to pet her.
Then he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. “We’ll win.”
She gave a determined nod.
Then my lovers and I jumped at the sharp rat-a-tat on the door. Magenta’s arms tightened around my neck.
Who on Odin’s hairy balls was that?