Page 14 of Total Lunar Eclipse

‘Chains and whips excite me’might be on repeat in my headwhilethinking about them punishing me their cocks.

It’s got a good beat to fuck to. . .

All of sudden, birds take to the air in alarm and land animals run off, startled by the loud booming of a voice warbling, “Sex in the air and I love the smell of it. . .”

Both men pause in their advance towards me, listening to the real-life concert of Rihanna I inadvertently have made.

So much for hiding my emotions. . .

Caed chuckles, “You can’t hide anything from me,little girl. Or Saturn.”

Khal and I are soul-bonded?!

When had that happened?

“We’re not,” Khal comments. “I can merely read your expressions. Your face tells all. Oh, and we can smell you.”

What the fuck doesthatmean?

“Your arousal. . . it’s a unique scent. We’ve always been able to smell it on you,” Caed remarks.

Always, I wonder to myself.

“Always,”Caed affirms mentally.

“Even in human form,” Khal clarifies before I can ask. . . damn man can read me like a book.

And smell me like one, too. . . if books had noses, that is. . .

Wait- shit, did that mean. . .

“Oh god, that first day. . . for my interview. . . you guys could all. . .”

“Smell your fucking dripping cunt and the orgasm you just had? Yeah.”

Caed says this with such a darkly, sensuous voice it’s hard to be embarrassed. . . because I’m too turned on.

Because they’re turned on remembering.

The reds of their skins, so different in pigmentation- one rusty, the other more maroon, seem to deepen with their lust. . . as do their gazes.

I feel like any second we are going to combust and go up in flames. . .

“Quick!” I scream. “STOP!”

Both Khal and Caed freeze as I sprint towards them. In a rush, I tackle them both to the ground. . . which is seriously impressive given their height and muscles. . .

“Zahra, what-” Khal tries, but I cut him off.

“DROP! Now roll, dammit, ROLL!”

The three of us are on the ground, rolling around like logs, bumping into one another, before Caed finally asks, “Why the fuck are we rolling around?”

“We’re on fire!” I declare, resuming rolling.

I refuse to burn to a crisp.

“No, we’re not,” Khal says, next to Caed, completely covered in dirt, leaves, and other ground debris.