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Before Tem could answer, Apollo extended his hand to Gabriel, who shook it with enthusiasm.
“I am Apollo,” he said. “Caspenon’s brother.”
“Brother? I must say I’m rather fond of the brothers in this family.” He glanced over his shoulder, where Damon was watching them with a smile on his face. “Good genetics.”
He winked at Apollo, who let out a bewildered laugh. Tem couldn’t help but laugh too. Basilisks, with all their life experience, were somehow never prepared for Gabriel.
Suddenly, a scuffle broke out at one of the tables. A group of basilisks were arguing over what looked like a large stone basin, which was filled with scraps of paper. Tem turned immediately to Caspen.
“You said he would be safe tonight.”
“He is, Tem. They are not fighting, I promise you. They are only taking bets.”
“Taking bets on what?”
“On who will win your hand.”
“Are you serious?”
“It is a lively process, but there is nothing to fear. Gabriel is safe.”
But Tem was no longer worried about Gabriel. The thought of people betting on her love life was absurd. She’d always known that basilisks had no boundaries, but this was on another level.
Gabriel nudged her. “Might have to place a bet myself.”
She smacked him on the arm. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, come on, dearest. What’s wrong with a little friendly competition?” He clapped Caspen on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m betting on you.” To Apollo, he mouthed:
And you. Then he waggled his fingers at them both before returning to Damon.
“He is really something,” Apollo said.
“You have no idea.”
The evening only devolved from there. Hordes of basilisks undulated throughout the banquet hall, eating and fucking and laughing in equal measure. Energy was unbelievably high; Tem saw immediately what Adelaide meant when she’d said that the basilisks were anticipating the tournament. It defied all logic, but Caspen was right: this was a way for the quivers to come together. Tem only hoped that their good moods would continue no matter the outcome.
At some point, both brothers left her. Caspen was pulled away by a member of the council, who seemed eager to discuss the impending fight. Apollo was pulled away by sex.
Tem watched as he fucked girl after girl, pulling them onto his lap one after the other. She knew it was part of basilisks’ culture-that with every climax, he became more powerful. Still, to watch it in such excess was breathtaking. When the tenth basilisk mounted him, Apollo’s eyes met hers.
Care to take your turn, Temperance?
No thank you.
Pity. I would prefer you over her.
I know you would. But it seems like you’ve already got your hands full.
He literally had his hands on the ass of the blond basilisk riding his cock. Tem’s stomach turned at the sight.
I would rather have them full of you.
I’m not an option, Apollo.
Not yet.
It wasn’t the first time he’d said that to her. But now that the tournament was imminent, Tem knew it was true. She would be sleeping with him in the final tier-riding his cock the same way the blond basilisk rode it now. If her heart called to Apollo, she would have to marry him. Tem tried to picture it: being wed to Apollo instead of Caspen. She couldn’t imagine that life.
I can.
His voice was quiet in her mind-barely a whisper-and it was sincere. For once, Apollo wasn’t flirting. He was testing the waters, seeing how Tem would react to a genuine display of vulnerability. Truth be told, she didn’t know how to react. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with tonight. Her dalliance with Apollo was nothing of importance; it wasn’t real. Not like her and Caspen.
Without another word, Tem left to find her husband. He was over by the betting basin.
My love. What is it?
Spend time with me.
As you wish.
They stood together, not touching, watching the revelry unfold.
One pair of women were so intertwined, they could have been fused together. When Tem looked closer, she realized they were. An object gleamed between their legs, just like the claw Caspen had made her. It was the same color and curved in a similar way. But this object was designed to accommodate them both, double ended, joining them together by their centers so that they experienced dual pleasure. It glistened with their combined wetness, dripping onto the table. The sight made Tem warm. The women were beautiful together-endless curves and soft skin. But it wasn’t until she saw two men tangled in an intimate knot that Tem flushed immediately with desire. Caspen’s presence nudged her mind.
Do you wish to join them?
The flush deepened.
At her reaction, Caspen said, “Shall I ask them for you?”
Tem hesitated. She only wanted Caspen right now. But perhaps that was actually a reason to do this. Caspen could not touch her; they could not have sex. But he needed to be strong tomorrow, and the only way to gain power was through sex. If he could not have it with Tem, at least he could watch her with someone else.
Before Tem could stop herself, she nodded.
The moment she did so, a flash of pride illuminated Caspen’s face. He immediately crossed to the couple, who pulled momentarily apart. Tem watched as they listened, joy lighting up their eyes. Caspen turned to her, extending his hand, clearly indicating for her to approach.
She couldn’t believe the enthusiasm with which the men embraced her, lifting her so she was suspended between them, her legs around one, the other behind her. Caught between two men, an illustration of her actual circumstances.
They did not enter her mind. Only Caspen was here with her, and Tem waited for his permission to begin. With a nod, he gave it.
Tem turned her head to the man in front of her. He watched her with anticipation, his eyes wide and trusting, his hands securely around her waist.
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his.
He returned her kiss gently, matching her pace. The man behind her found her clitoris, applying pressure, rubbing in sensual circles.
Good, Tem.
The three of them found a rhythm together, kissing and touching in tandem. Tem felt as secure in their arms as she would in Caspen’s, his presence steady and dominating in her mind.
Now let them fuck you.
Tem would have let them do anything. It was her sole goal to obey Caspen in this moment, to let him tell her what to do. She wanted nothing but the simple pleasure of pleasing him. It was the least she could do considering what he was about to do for her.
The basilisk behind her entered her first. Tem didn’t stop kissing the basilisk before her, didn’t break rhythm even as his cock slid deep into her center, stretching her. She was wet for them; she was ready. Still, it had been a long time since she’d taken a cock that wasn’t Caspen’s, and she found herself imagining whether it would be like this during the third tier, when she would ride her contenders all in a row.
Tem gasped as the basilisk behind her pulled out suddenly. Then the basilisk before her entered her, and all was once more right in the world. She turned her head to kiss the man behind her, letting them both do anything they pleased. They touched her everywhere: on her waist, her ass, her breasts. Having two sets of hands dedicated solely to her was stimulation like Tem had never known. She leaned into it all, arching her back to meet them, desperate to feel every inch of deliverance.
Caspen oversaw it all, his presence looming larger than the mountain itself, their generous ruler. He touched himself while the men fucked her, stroking his cock to the rhythm of their thrusts. Tem felt his presence in her mind so strongly, he may as well have been inside her. He was just as involved as the basilisks were, directing them with his thoughts. The moment a desire occurred to Tem, they would immediately perform it. When she wanted them to kiss her, they kissed her. When she wanted her neck squeezed, they squeezed it. And Tem returned the favor in kind. When Caspen told her to do something, she did it.