Cherry Stem (29 page)

I look at the man between my legs and tangle my fingers in his black hair. “We shouldn’t.” I drift off, pleasure turning whatever I was planning to say into a moan.

Gray eyes meet mine. “Will you relax? He’ll never know!”

Of course he’ll know, and he’ll probably kill us both or hand us over to the council to do that for him.

We were only supposed to have gone to his room for Alex to borrow clean clothes. But Constantine’s bed was just so huge, and so… there, we were unable to resist.

Constantine has been sickeningly nice to me since he hauled me away from Alex’s dead body, but I doubt he’ll keep being nice once he smells my little…carnal reunion with Alex in his bed.

I’m trying extremely hard to care about that while Alex pumps three fingers inside me, his tongue flicking my clit.

I fail. Spectacularly.

Later, exhausted and sated, I trace Alex’s jugular with my tongue, graze my teeth over it. He grabs my hair and presses my mouth against his flesh, but I just nuzzle it.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” he asks.

She did indeed. All the time. I let out a deep, throaty chuckle and sink my fangs into the smooth column, letting his rich blood fill my throat. I have all I need and am where I want to be. I’m happy.

Hopefully I’ll still feel the same way when Constantine returns with news from the council.

If
he returns.

He still hasn’t called, and I can’t say I’m not a little worried. For all I know, despite his charm and the fact that he’s right, the council decided to execute him on the spot and the remaining members are now coming for us.

They can’t come inside this house, thanks to Wesley.

Even if they do, Alex and I will handle it.

Loose Id Titles by Sotia Lazu

Cherry Stem

Sotia Lazu

Oldest of two siblings, Sotia spends her days stuck in a desk job while daydreaming.

Although Greek, she only writes in English. Her genre of choice is erotic romance novels with a twist, the characters of which aren't exactly hero-material at first glance. She likes making them fight for their happiness but the romantic in her can’t resist happy endings.

Sotia cries at sappy movies and wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world. She lives in Athens, Greece, with her husband—whom she met through writing—and their two rescue dogs, one of which might be part-pony.

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