Warm laughter sounded from the top of the steps, but Radha didn’t dare glance their way. She was a wicked witch. A slutty, wicked witch. And she couldn’t wait to get home and get naked and see what happened next.
Chapter 6
Khan enjoyed watching Radha. He felt like a snake charmer, blowing his flute, moving it this way and that while he mesmerized the snake into submission.
They’d all showered apart before meeting for dinner. Bryn had sent steaks with wild rice, asparagus, and steaming sour-dough rolls, which they finished in about twenty minutes.
Nikon rubbed his belly. “Thought I saw a cake…”
Radha’s eyes widened. “Um, it’s on the counter…”
When Nikon returned with the cake and removed the cover, it took just one sniff to realize the source of Radha’s concern.
Khan smiled. “Get us some small plates, Nikon. We’ll all have a slice.”
When Nikon turned away, Radha kicked him under the table. “You know…”
“Of course, I do. Ethan said he nearly choked on Bryn’s cinnamon lust cake the first time she fed it to him. Said it was heavy on cinnamon, but certainly did the trick.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Should I warn him?” he said, jutting his chin toward the satyr.
Radha sucked her lower lip between her teeth, thinking. Maybe she was thinking that all three of them were already horny as Hel. What would happen after they ate the cake?
She met Khan’s gaze and slowly shook her head.
He snorted and cleared his throat as Nikon handed him the stack of plates. Then he quickly cut slices and handed the dishes to his companions. Both he and Radha watched as Nikon took a large bite and closed his eyes.
“Damn,” he said around a mouthful of cake. “This is fucking great.”
Radha snorted and giggled. Then she lifted her fork and took a bite.
Khan grinned as he picked up his square with his fingers and devoured the cake in three bites.
“Want more,” Nikon said, sliding his plate across the table.
Radha’s eyes rounded, but she gave him another slice and finished her own with delicate bites.
He wondered if she thought that eating slowly would somehow dampen the effect of the cake.
When Nikon finished his second slice, he lowered his fork and pushed back his chair. He rested both arms on the table and leaned toward Radha. His cheeks were ruddy and his pupils huge. “I want some of what Khan had,” he said.
“We all ate the same cake,” she said, her words clipped.
Nikon shook his head. “Your pussy. My mouth. Fuck, I want your mouth on my dick. Then I want to fuck your ass.”
“In that order?” she said, her voice rising.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, his expression dreamy. “I can still feel the way you gripped my chest. My nipples got hard. Did ya notice?”
“I noticed,” she said, her voice higher still.
“If I hadn’t been galloping, my horse dick would’ve slid right out of its sheath.”
Radha’s eyes grew wider.
“Oh, for fuck sake,” Khan muttered.
“Yes, fuck,” Nikon said. “I’m already hard. Would you like to see?”
Her lips pressed together, and then she squealed and bent at the waist. Her shoulders shook as she silently laughed.