2 — THIRSTY FOR THE ORACLE
DIANDRA I watched him bend his head and slip my fingers past his lips. His tongue curled around them, sucking on the juices there. MY JUICES. Never in a million years would I have imagined that we’d share an interaction like this. The softest moan spilled out from my lips as a low heat stirred slowly in the pit of my stomach. When he looked back at me, his pupils were blown wide with desire that matched mine. I drew in a sharp breath, hastily pulling my gaze away from his. “For how long has this sin gone on?” He asked in that rich timbre that made my toes curl. My reply came out in a shaky whisper. “Three summers since I turned eighteen.” “Mate?” That was when I looked at him. “If I had one, I would not be here to serve the Moon Goddess.” Then with a murmur, “At least, I ca
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