Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

I thought bread was good on its own, but I just learned you can stack things on it and eat it all together. Crowns, it’s incredible. There was this meat that made my mouth feel like it was on fire, but I loved it. Tarek showed me that when you combine it with some cooling vegetables and this thing called cheese, it’s even better. The little food towers are my new favorite thing.

Irritation begins to ripple in my gut, and I know at once that there will be no playing right now. I sigh, already suspecting what’s about to come spilling out of his mouth before he can bother to open it. “Let me guess, you’ll fuck me until I can’t walk, or remember my name, or know how to talk at all, but not now, because now would be too convenient and we have other shit to do,” I grump.

“Kiffin and Enay will be with you shortly. Is there anything I can do for you until then?” Nero asks suggestively, his gaze flicking between the Scorpions before once again landing on me. Bemusement flashes in his eyes while he catalogs me in a skilled way that makes it look as though he’s interested when really he’s counting daggers and evaluating just how dangerous I might be. “Very,” I tell him, not answering his spoken question but the one floating in his silent perusal. The suggestive smile that slinks across Nero’s face makes me realize that this fact serves more as an enticement than a deterrent. He reaches down and strokes himself once, his decadent and depraved brown eyes never leaving mine. “Would you make it hurt so good, Slayer?” he purrs at me. His length hardens in his hand as he arches an eyebrow in both challenge and invitation. It’s all I can do not to gawk at how large he’s getting. “Because I know I can,” Nero promises wickedly, running his palm down a shaft that’s easily three times longer and thicker than it was before. The male has dick thura, no question.