“How so? And why would you care if I was getting properly shagged regularly?”
“You are very angry right now, Kimber, and you need to relax,” Rilen said. “I don’t know if it’s been properly explained how important it is that you have all the power you can manage to gather.”
“I stopped the mountain from falling,” I barked. “I don’t think that needs explaining!”
“And you don’t have power right now, do you?” Roran asked. “You haven’t had sex for nearly ten days, and that’s not right.”
“On so many levels,” Rilen mumbled.
“I am not having this conversation. Not here, not now, and not with you two incredibly tempting, fuckable specimens trying to drag this information out of me.”
Both of them took a step back.
The sardonic laugh ripped out of me. “I can’t even compliment you on how hot you are? What the hell does it matter? You’re mated, and you’re not interested in women.” I straightened my back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to my room, bathe, and die from utter humiliation.”
Pushing between them, I strode to the stairwell outside the training room.
A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.
“Please stop, Kimber.” Rilen moved to stand in front of me. “Let us take you to your rooms. We would like to discuss this with you.”
“You’re a person of legend, and we’re concerned with your well-being.”
“No, you’re concerned with occupancy of my pussy.”
Rilen swallowed.
Roran shrugged. “Fair enough, we are. But it’s not our place to worry, is it? It’s Elex’s, and he’s failing. That’s what we need to talk about. Let us take you to your rooms. We’ll draw you a bath, and we can discuss this after you’ve relaxed for a few minutes.”
“While I’m naked in the tub?”
Roran grunted, grimacing.
Rilen stepped back into the conversation. “No. After your bath. We’ll call down for some food from the kitchen, and discuss the situation. We might be able to come up with a solution for you and Elex.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Fine. Fine. My rooms and run me a bath. I make no promises for conversation.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kimber
Floating in the lavender and jasmine infused water, I tried not to let my mind drift too much beyond how lovely the scented water felt.
As that was nearly impossible, I allowed myself to try to think of ways to convince Elex to meet me half way on this whole sex thing and just give me a quickie.
Just a pickle tickle.
Make me scream just a little.
Make me cream even a little.
I sank deeper into the water.
That was becoming a problem. I’d started to lose interest in Elex. Not that I didn’t love him—I still did, but the sexual drive that had started out so high was waning.
We lived together, but the only thing that made us more than roommates was that we slept in the same bed, occasionally naked.
Damn, damn, damn.
What was I going to do? I had to have sex. Soon. It was critical for the survival of S’Kir.
And wasn’t that a mindfuck?
How did I know how to do this stuff? Why was I so sure the mountain couldn’t fall until the magic was ready?
Snarling at the water, at the whole situation, I sank down even deeper, submerging everything but my mouth and nose.
I could solve my sex problem easily. There were two males outside the door who, even though they were interested in males, would probably take care of me in the name of the Lost God.
But Elex was there for this reason. Though I hadn’t realized at the time, it was why they told him to move in with me.
The twins were mated to Master Dorian, and all the angels and demons knew I did not want to cross that man for a cheap romp for power.
I didn’t want a cheap romp at all. I wanted Elex to make love to me. That was it. Simple enough.
At this point, if I had to beg—
I stopped myself and let that settle in my brain.
If I begged him.
Elex was a dominant male. An alpha in bed. Maybe if I acted completely submissive and begged him, I could tap into his need to be in charge and get him turned on enough to take me finally.
I sat up in the tub and let the water sluice back off me.
That was it.
Tonight when he came home, I would submit to him, naked and ready, and there would be no way he would be able to resist his sexy, submissive yam.
As fast as I could, I toweled off and pulled on my robe. I looked at the undergarments I had picked and left them on the dressing bench.
If I was going to be sexy, it had to be naked.
This was an excellent idea, and I couldn’t wait to—
No.
I could, and should totally wait to share it with the Twin Mountains of Walking Sex in the Breakfast Nook. They didn’t need to know what went on in my bedroom any more than I needed to know what went on in theirs.
I completely knew what went on in theirs.
Damn it.
Steeling myself, I headed into the breakfast nook.
Roran and Rilen were moving as a single, smooth unit to unload a cart of food the kitchen had sent up for us. They had four places set, which was sweet and heartbreaking at the same time, and were getting everything plated and ready.
I wondered if Master Dorian really knew what he had in these two mates.
Rilen, definitely the gentleman of the two, pulled out a seat for me and motioned me over.
I nodded my thanks as he pushed the chair to the table.
“You’re not wearing anything under that robe, are you?” His breath was hot as his words carried over my ear.
I groaned. “I thought you were the gentlemen.”
He moved around me and smirked. “If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d tell you to show me what you aren’t wearing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to ignore the throb between my legs.
Damn him.
“I suspect my brother has pointed out that we can tell you’re naked under there,” Roran said, taking a seat. “Let’s eat, and then we can discuss your plan.”
“My plan?”
He stabbed a vegetable with his fork. “To get your male in the bed with you and seal the deal. Soon.”
Dinner was a reasonable way to not talk about what they wanted to know. I grabbed my utensils and started in on the meal, making sure if they asked me anything, I had a convenient piece of meat or vegetable handy to shove in my mouth.
“You keep doing that.” Rilen finally pointed out my ruse.
“Because I don’t want to talk about whether or not I’m getting sexed up on a regular basis. I don’t want to talk about my sex life at all. Ever. Except with the man I’m bedding. It’s ridiculously intrusive.”
Roran put his fork and knife down. “You are the Breaker of the Spine. You must guide the mountain down.”
I grumbled. “Spiffy.”
Rilen put his knife and fork on the table. “It’s not just rocks, Kimber. There’s a lot more to it.”
“I know, I know. I have to make sure that the Spine falls so no one on either side is hurt, and so we can still use the land. I got that.”
Roran nodded. “Yes. I’m glad to hear that. But like my brother said, it’s not just rock.”
“Okay, there’s crystal if you get technical.”
Taking a sip of his water, Rilen chuckled. “Well, that’s also true. But have you thought about this? Why would we need you to guide the mountain down? Why not just have you stop the temblors until the magic aligns, and then evacuate the cities up and down the Spine? Let it fall where it may.”
“But I’m not the Stopper of Spine Tremors, which sounds like a bad doctor’s specialty. I’m the Breaker of the Spine.”
Tapping his nose, Roran agreed. “Why? Why are you specifically called the Breaker?”
“I’m meant to guide the mountain down.”
“Down where? Down why?”
My brain couldn’t come up with an answer. I bit into another piece of potato and chewed thoughtfully.
It hit me like a brick.
“The Gate.”
The twins nodded in sync. “Exactly.”
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I groaned. “I have never, ever thought that getting someone to just slip me the pickle for a quickie would be this hard or this important.”