Servant to the Spidae (Aspect and Anchor, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

They haven’t had conversations with me. They just show up to get their dicks wet. If that’s all they want from an anchor, I suppose I can provide that. But is this to be the rest of my life? Just a warm, occasional hole for a pair of gods that seem bored with everything?

“I cannot watch you wither. It hurts me too much.” The god shudders violently, his hands covering his eyes. “Cannot watch the one I love age and die before me…”

My heart warms for this strange, lost man. I want to pull him to my breast and stroke his hair, comforting him. I want to touch him all over and give him the affection he’s clearly starving for.

He groans my name. “Yulenna…”

I shiver at the way he says my name, so hungry and full of longing. It makes me want to do more. So much more. “Should

“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says in a low voice. “And I have lived a very, very long time.”

“Lovely. My other selves are going to be jealous that I had my tongue on you first, you know. They’re going to want their turn.”

Neska strokes a finger into my wet channel and lowers his mouth to my clit, and then I forget everything, even how to breathe.

It’s like everywhere I turn, I have a Spider god waiting to suck my clit until I scream. It’s exhausting. I…love it.

“I want you open to my mouth. I want you hot and wet and clenching around my tongue. I do not care where.” And he nips my ear.

I’m riding a god’s face…at his bequest. And something tells me that from the pleased noises he’s making, he’s not going to let me up anytime soon.

“You are good at making us see you. You are not just a body. You are Yulenna, who loves pretty dresses even when there’s no one to see them. You are our woman, who gardens and hums when she sews. You are a person that loves to bathe, that laughs when she tells stories, and one that cannot bake bread no matter how hard she tries.”

Our lips meet and he wraps his arms around me, his embrace achingly sweet. He holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him, his lips on mine.

“Mortal. Very different. Sweet. Tender. Soft. So mortal.”

“Our sweet Yulenna,” Neska murmurs, caressing my cheek with his knuckles as I settle against his legs. “We will not abuse your trust. Your heart is safe, now that we understand what a prize it is we hold.”

“Tell us how you want us, sweet Yulenna.” His tongue flicks against my skin. “Tell us what you need. We are yours to lead.”

“Are you ready for us?” asks Ossev. “All three of us?” Zaroun nips at my shoulder. “In all of your pretty holes, sweet Yulenna?”

My eyes flutter shut, loving the sweet, doting tone of voice he uses as he cups my chin. Gods, but I love putting my guard down enough to serve.

“Was that what you wanted, sweet anchor?” Neska asks, caressing me again. The fiery intensity is gone from his gaze, and his expression is downright doting. “Have we pleased you?”