Moira began to grind various and sundry items with her mortar and pestle as she muttered to herself. “What does she want? Why is she coming to you? How do we make the dreams stop?”
“Are you talking to me, or would you two like to be alone?”
“Since I’m the only one capable of helping you, you might want to reconsider your tone, sweet cheeks. I could easily turn this into a poison.”
“You would never.”
“You don’t know that. I could have an evil plan.Icould bethey,” she said in her imitation of a doomsday voice, which for Moira sounded more like a Disney princess.
“What iftheyare the guys?”
She stopped what she was doing, thinking it over and then shaking her head. “No. My visions were definitive. The guys are here tohelpyou, not hurt you. Whoevertheyare, they aren’t the ones gunning for you. Well, your pussy maybe, but that’s about it.”
“Stop it.” But even those last few words made a wave of unwelcome lust crash over me. Fuck. I was a disaster. I had to get over this bug before I started humping the furniture. “Fine, give me the tea. I need to heal or whatever.”
“Praise Jesus, hallelujah.”
“You don’t believe in Jesus.”
“Sure I do. He was a nice boy. Good beard, bad tan lines.”
I cocked a brow. “I feel like we’re crossing some kind of blasphemy line.”
“Maybe we should call your priest, and he can swing by and consecrate you.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Or exorcise you. You might be possessed, come to think of it.”
“You need to work on your material. You already used that joke.”
“Have I? Huh. I must be slipping. I’ll do better next time.”
“Please don’t.”
Moira wiggled her fingers, and a cup and saucer appeared in her free hand. She dumped the ground herbs into a little silk bag and plopped it into the steaming water. “Give it five minutes, then drink it all down. Try to clear your mind before you go under. Focus on healing. Not anything oranyoneelse.”
“You act like I’m doing this on purpose. I don’twantto think about them. They just take over and do... ” I couldn’t finish my thought. It only added to the ridiculous arousal I shouldn’t be feeling.
“Well, don’t stop there,” Moira said, putting her chin on her fist. “You’re just getting to the good part.”
“Stuff. They do stuff.”
“Sexy stuff? Kinky stuff?” She lowered her voice dramatically and leaned closer. “Butt stuff?”
“All of the above?” I winced, my own voice barely above a whisper as I added, “As a group.”
“Oh, my stars and stones. She’s out-kinked me. The girl has one night of wild wolf sex, and I’ve been out-kinked.”
I attempted to toss a pillow at her head, but I was so weak it just fell limply to the floor.
Moira eyed it with a pointed smirk.
I huffed. “It’s not like the dreams are real.”
“It could be. I bet they’d do everything you wanted. All you have to do is crook your sexy little finger at them, and they’d probably suck each other off while you watched.”
Sweat broke out over my entire body at the thought.Fuck why was that so sexy?I pictured Noah and Kingston caressing each other while they touched me and wondered what might happen if I asked them to play out the fantasy for me.
“And they’d for sure spit roast you. Or do the Eiffel Tower or whatever it’s called.” She started listing a myriad of positions on her fingers. “DP. Two-in-one. Hotdogs down a hallway?”
“Moira, do you even know what you’re talking about right now? I’m pretty sure that doesn’t mean what you think it means.”