I stand frozen, the heat of Alder at my back, surroundin’ me and nearly makin’ my eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s nearly an out-of-body experience, except I’m so inside of myself that all I can do is feel. He’s so still, and when I look down, his hands are clenched into fists, like it’s takin’ everythin’ in him not to touch me.
“Please…” I say, the word passin’ out of my lips in a breathy hitch.
Alder’s hands lift up, and I feel the barest touch as he moves my hair over my shoulder, before placin’ a whisper of a kiss onto the side of my exposed neck. But just as I sway toward him, my body actin’ on its own, his lips are gone and he’s taken a step back from me, makin’ me whimper from the loss of him.
“She’s going through an itch,” Alder announces, his voice even gruffer than before.
“I know. I can smell it too,” Flint answers, his voice and face tense as he drops another glass shard into the bowl.
My brows pull together. “I’m not itchy,” I defend, bewildered as more need pours into my body.
“Not that kind of itchy, Medley,” Alder says. “You’re experiencing what demons call an itch. It happens to some of us when our adrenaline spikes and we fight. An itch is the extreme emotions that can occur afterward. Some demons experience rage, or sorrow, some have an intense sense of clarity...and some feel an extreme level of arousal.”
Ding, ding, ding, a winner’s bell goes off in my head. I know which one I’m experiencin’.
“Just try to breathe through it, Peaches. It should calm down soon,” Flint tells me, but his nickname for me suddenly makes me think of that song that used to play on the radio on throwback night, called “Peaches and Cream,” and they weren’t talkin’ about a dessert in that song, that’s for damn sure.
“Here’s the thing,” I start as I stare into Alder’s beautiful eyes. “I don’t want to breathe through it. I’d much rather the two of you get naked with me, and we orgasm our way to glory. Doesn’t that just sound like a more fun way to take care of my itch?”
Flint groans, but it’s the kind of groan you make when someone offers you a bite of rich chocolate cake and you’re supposed to be on a diet.
“Flint, you’re in the perfect position to start on my peach,” I tell him with a flirty smile, hopin’ I just tainted his nickname forever with thoughts of my vagina. “And Alder, now that you got me naked, you can play with the front porch and kiss me stupid,” I tell him, pointin’ to my hard nipples and the needy heaviness in my breasts. “Ready, team, and break,” I announce like some football coach reject.
A grin spreads across Alder’s lips, but he must’ve not heard me right because those beauties are supposed to be doin’ other things aside from smilin’.
“May the Morning Star guide me, because I swear to fuck, Alder, I don’t know if I can say no,” Flint confesses, his head hangin’ down and his eyes on the bowl of glass, like he doesn’t trust himself to look at me.
“Good, then don’t,” I tell him cheerily as I start hummin’ “Peaches and Cream.”
Flint looks up at Alder, his face pleadin’.
But to my giant disappointment and embarrassment, Alder shakes his head. “We can’t. Not like this. You know what an itch is like. You’re not in your right mind. If we do, and it’s something she regrets, we could fuck things up beyond repair. We have to do this right with her. No rushing. And we have to put the needs of the Gate first,” he tells Flint.
An irritated snort shoots out of me. “I want it, so don’t go gettin’ all chivalrous on me now,” I counter.
Alder crosses his arms and looks at me with determination. But if he thinks that’s gonna help deter me, he’s dead wrong. He should’ve picked up on the fact that I like that scowl he makes when his forearms are flexed like that. It does so many things for me.
I step forward until my naked breasts are pressed right against said forearms. “Believe me, I’ve been wantin’ it for way longer than right now in the bathroom with a demon itch,” I tell him, my eyes glitterin’ with both challenge and unmistakable lust.
His eyes bank with heat, droppin’ down to my heavin’ breasts, and he bites on his lip as he watches my nipples press against his skin. “Fuck,” Alder announces as he quickly drops his arms. Cheers go off inside of me because I’m sure I just won.
He scoops me up and carries me to a bench in the shower and sets me down. Alright, shower sex it is. I place my hands on my knees and spread my legs wide, ready for his mouth to—I squeal as ice-cold water suddenly pours over me from the showerhead positioned in the ceilin’.
“What the hell?” I object as frigid water dumps down on me, shockin’ my senses and pissin’ me right off. Alder just looks at me, those damn arms crossed again.
I scowl. “I’m still horny as hell, so the only thing this cold shower nonsense is doin’ is makin’ me decide to force you to watch while I ride Flint’s cock. That’ll teach you to look a gift-vagina in the crotch.” I pause. There’s no way that’s the sayin’, but I can’t for the life of me think of what it’s supposed to be.
Flint chuckles and then once again moves to my feet and quickly works to pull the rest of the glass from my skin. Water soaks him in no time, clothes and all, and he looks how my pussy feels...wet and ready.
I angle my spread thighs for him, so he can get a
