Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
She does, draining her drink. It’s a simple game. One is posed a question and must choose whether or not to employ truth to answer or do a dare. I’m not entirely sure there are consequences, but just thinking about the game makes Dora’s face flush with excitement.
Seeing her excitement edges mine on. “Let us play, then.”
“Very well. I’ll start.” Dora tosses her yellow hair back and gives me a confident look. “Jamef, truth or dare?”
“Now that we know the rules, I agree with you, fluffit,” Bethiah says slyly. “He’s going to pick truth, isn’t he?”
And she nudges my leg with her bare foot.
I shift in my seat, my body pricking with attention. Her little nudges all night—as if we’re a team of some kind—is rousing my lust. Between that and the slip of a tunic she’s wearing, it’s clear Bethiah came out tonight to seduce. I wonder if it’s for my benefit or for Dora’s.
“Well?” Dora asks, leaning towards me. Her eyes are bright with anticipation, her smile wide.
Right. “Truth.”
“Ha,” Bethiah gloats. “I knew it.” She scoots her chair closer to Dora and gives her a smug look. “I called it, didn’t I?”
Dora giggles, her gaze darting between us. “Jamef is reliable,” she says in a sweet voice. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
Her praise feels…good. Which is stupid. I mostly picked “truth” because I don’t trust Bethiah with a dare, not the way her foot is playing against the inside of my leg. But I like Dora’s interpretation of me.
I wait as Dora taps her lip again. “I know. Okay, since you picked truth, you have to answer truthfully. You have to.” Her tone, slightly tipsy, has an ominous edge to it that makes me want to smile. “Now,” she continues. “you must tell us your favorite thing about each of us.”
Ugh.
It’s not that I don’t have things I like about them. It’s that I don’t like leaving myself vulnerable. But at Bethiah’s smug look and Dora’s expectant one, it’s clear that this is what this game is about—pushing boundaries. I rub my jaw and think about my answer for a moment. “I guess I’d say that my favorite thing about Dora is her sweetness —”
“No, no,” Dora interrupts. “Your favorite physical thing about me.” And she giggles, drunkenly squeezing her breasts. “It’s my tits, isn’t it? You can tell me.”
I can feel the heat on my face creeping up to my horns.
Bethiah leans in with great interest. “Well don’t just sit there, Jamef. Go on.”
Kef me.
Thirty-Nine
DORA
This date is going better than I thought.
I finish my drink, licking the rim of my cup. It’s strong stuff, and I’m probably more than a little tipsy. I figure that’s fine. If I need a bit of liquid courage to get me to steer this date, I’m all for it. I reach for the carafe of fruit wine as Jamef goes quiet, staring at his hands. Bethiah keeps looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer what he likes best about me, physically.
I really didn’t think they’d want to play my silly game.
This. Is. Awesome.
“Are you shy?” Bethiah asks him in a sweet voice. “You can tell us. We’re your mates, remember?”
“Here,” I say, and lean forward to refill his drink…except it’s almost full. Damn it, am I the only one drinking? “I bet it’s my hair.”
He makes a sound in his throat and glances up at me. Jamef shifts in his seat, and then his gaze moves over my face, my body. “I like how soft you are,” he says in a low voice. “How pettable.”
Oh. I flush with heat, because that’s a very good answer.
“Mmm, she is really pettable,” Bethiah agrees in a sultry tone that makes me squirm. “Now do me. What do you like best about me?”
“That’s easier. It’s your eyes. They’re always full of wickedness.” He grins.
She chuckles, delighted by this answer. I am, too. He’s not wrong. Bethiah is always up to something. It makes her both terrifying and fascinating.
“Good answers,” I tell Jamef. “Now it’s your turn. Ask one of us to truth or dare.”
He gazes at Bethiah thoughtfully, then turns to me. “You, sweetheart. You want truth or dare?”
It’s nice to be the center of attention. I want to preen with delight. I consider for a moment and then take another sip of fruit wine. “Truth.”
I’m not quite ready for a dare. Not when I don’t know what direction things will head.
“Boooring,” Bethiah declares.
“Quiet, you,” Jamef says, and focuses his gaze on me. “Truth, then. Tell us if you have any memories of sexual experiences.”
“Oh, I changed my mind.” Bethiah puts her chin on her palm and leans towards me, suddenly all interest. “Go on, fluffit. Tell us all the filthy details.”
I bite back a giggle. I’m a little surprised that Jamef is asking such a pointed question, but at the same time, it makes sense. They need to know my sexual experience so we know how far to go, right? So in that way, it makes perfect sense that Jamef would ask. Even now, he’s looking out for me. I suspect if I said that I had zero experience and didn’t know what a penis was, this game would get real innocent real fast.