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“Caspen,” Tem gasped, her hand darting out to touch him. He stepped closer.
“What is it?”
“Now.”
A heartbeat passed. Then he was inside her.
The moment Caspen slid his cock between her legs, Tem felt peace. It was truly that simple between them-it always had been. Nothing was better than this; nothing brought her more clarity. Caspen sat on the edge of the fountain, holding her on top of him. Basilisks were watching, but Tem ignored them. The only thing that mattered was enjoying this moment with Caspen. She gave him her full attention, expecting the same in return. Tem moved her hips, grinding on his cock at exactly the pace she needed. Her wetness was spreading; it was all over their legs. Caspen slid his fingers up her thighs, pressing them against her clitoris. Tem moaned as he did it.
The elixir was unlike any alcohol she’d ever drank; there was no comparison whatsoever. She was stimulated and sensual and free, as if all her inhibitions had been removed at the exact same time.
Caspen. Look at me.
She wanted him to pay attention-to crave her so deeply, he could think of nothing else. He looked at her, his eyes endless black pools.
Tem.
He was completely entranced; she was all he could smell, all he could feel. Tem reached behind him, extending her fingers so they dipped into the waterfall of elixir. The liquid was warm; she knew instinctively that it was the exact same temperature as her body. When she pulled her fingers away, they were dripping. Her other hand wrapped around Caspen’s neck, pulling his face up to hers. Tem brushed her fingertips over his mouth, spreading the elixir onto his lips. Caspen’s eyes were wide, focused on nothing else but her. He ran his tongue over her fingers, tasting the essence of his people.
Tem kissed him so she could taste it too.
Their tongues slid against one another, matching the pace she set with her hips. Tem drove herself down on his cock as quickly as she could, desperate to get what she knew she could take from him.
Deadly little viper.
Tem was very close now.
She rode him faster, to the point of panic. Caspen’s hands were all over her-gripping her skin and tangling in her hair. All she wanted was more: more touch, more words, more Caspen. There could never be enough of him-not in this lifetime or the next.
You have me, Tem. You-
Tem squeezed his neck. Without another word, he came.
She came too, throwing her head back in ecstasy, soaking up everything Caspen’s body had to offer her. By the time he lifted her off his cock, Tem was breathless. Wetness ran down her legs, and she didn’t bother cleaning it up. It was all the same here, and she knew before the evening was over, she’d probably have sex again. There was no point in removing the evidence of her last congress when the next one was right around the corner.
They stood together, still dripping with each other’s sweat.
“Impressive,” a voice said. “But rather swift. Are you losing your stamina, Caspenon?”
Tem turned to see a man approaching them. He was nearly as tall as Caspen and just as imposing. Beside her, Caspen shifted so he was between them.
“Tem,” he said. “My brother. Apollo.”
Tem saw the resemblance now-Apollo had the same dark hair, the same strong jaw. He looked even more like Bastian than Caspen did. He had his father’s cock: impossibly thick at the base. Tem flushed at the sight.
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
Apollo took her hand in his, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of her wrist. He lingered for far too long, murmuring his next words against her skin. “The pleasure is entirely mine, Temperance.” His voice was smooth, like caramel. He dropped her hand, glancing at Caspen. “She is beautiful,” he said. “You did well.”
“Her beauty is none of my doing.”
Tem blinked. She knew that tone-it was the same one he used with Leo.
Apollo’s handsome face slid into a cunning smile. “Of course,” he said easily, turning back to Tem. “I meant no offense. Your beauty is your own. And what beauty it is.”
Tem nodded because she didn’t know what else to do.
Silence fell, and none of them broke it. Instead, Tem watched as Caspen and Apollo stared at each other, clearly having a conversation in their minds. She tried to hear what they were saying but couldn’t. Caspen was blocking her. That wouldn’t do at all. Tem said the first thing that popped into her mind:
“Do you seek a mate?”
The brothers finally broke eye contact, both turning to look at her.
“Why would I do that?” Apollo asked back.
“Caspen told me that’s what mating season is for.”
A slow, sultry smile slid over Apollo’s lips. “I do not seek a mate.”
“Why not?”
“I do not desire one.”
“Then what do you desire?”
Somehow, the question felt significant. Tem had meant in general, but something about the way Apollo’s smile deepened made her feel like she’d asked something else entirely.
“Pleasure,” he said simply.
Another silence. Beside her, Caspen shifted but didn’t say anything. She got the impression he was watching their interaction to see how it would pan out. Tem wasn’t sure what he expected. Apollo made her feel…precarious. As if at any moment, she might tumble.
“If you don’t want a mate, then why are you here?”
“I am here because mating season is an opportunity to experience everything my people have to offer. Surely Caspenon told you that.”
Tem could read between the lines: Apollo was saying he was here to have as much sex as possible. “That seems wrong.”
Apollo raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“What if someone develops feelings for you?”
He tilted his head. “Then I will let them down easy.”
“What if you develop feelings for someone?”
To her surprise, Caspen laughed. She looked up at him in bewilderment. “What’s so funny?”
“My brother is incapable of developing feelings. He is only capable of deceit. He manipulates, and he lies.”
“I thought basilisks couldn’t lie.”
Caspen’s lip curled into a sneer. “My brother finds a way.”
There was such vitriol in his words that Tem nearly recoiled. Clearly there was a history here, one she did not understand. And if she knew Caspen, he was never going to tell her.
“Lies are deception,” Apollo said smoothly. “And I think you will find I am always truthful.” His gaze slid to Caspen’s. “Some might say to a fault.”
Tem had no idea what to make of that. The conversation had quickly gotten beyond her, and she was quite ready for it to be over. Before she could express this, Apollo gave her one last lingering look before turning and leaving without saying goodbye. Tem glanced up at Caspen, who was staring after his brother with his eyebrows furrowed.
“What was that about?”