Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(62)

“Stop it.” He wagged his head, his eyes shutting briefly. “We can talk about everything later.” Dammit, he knew me too well. “Right now, we need actual sleep.”

“Sleep, huh?” My hand rubbed over his chest, following his tattoo.

“At least a couple hours before I wake you up to fuck, take a shower and fuck you again, and maybe get food before I screw you up on the butcher block upstairs.”

“As long as we can use the meat hooks.”

He let out a laugh, peering at me, the sound spreading a giddy smile on my face. “Just my level of kink.”

“It’s why you love me,” I said without thinking, feeling chagrin flood my cheeks, a rebuttal coming up my throat.

“Yeah.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, his heated gaze on me. “That must be it.” His mouth brushed mine. “Now sleep.”

As if he ordered my body to let go, I shut my eyes, falling into oblivion. The opium in me and around me sedating me quicker.

Letting down all my walls.

“Brexley Kovacs.” The ancient, inhuman voice from the fae book slithered into my head as if it had been waiting in the shadows for me. “The girl who challenges nature’s laws. Your power calls to you...”

Images flashed into my mind as it pulled me further into the darkness.





“Am I seeing things, or does that monstrous thing look even more like a python?”

Chiiirrrppp!

“Right?” The familiar voice plucked me from my sleep. “It’s moving... you see it right?”

Chirppppp!

“You touch it! I’m afraid it might actually bite me.”

Lifting my lids, I spotted Opie perched next to Warwick, staring bewildered at the bottom half of his naked physique, his finger out like he was about to poke a snake, while Bitzy’s hands clutched at the air particles, a lazy smile on her face. High as a kite.

I let out a groan, tucking my head back into Warwick’s chest. Our bodies tangled where we passed out after the last time he woke me up.

My mind felt syrupy. Thick and hazy with images and sensations—fucking amazing ones—but something else ticked the back of my mind. Like wisps of fog, I could feel but couldn’t grasp them. Something right out of my reach.

Between the opium and Warwick, I conked out, only to be stirred awake later to him plunging inside me. Only half awake, our bodies rocked deep and slow together, feeling like an erotic dream, sweeping me up in a long unfathomable orgasm, which hit so hard it knocked me out cold again.

“If you touch it,” Warwick muttered, his eyes still closed. “I will bite you. In half.”

Chirrrrrp!

“No, I don’t think he meant it in the good way.” Opie stepped back slightly. “Though you’d think he’d be a little more grateful. He seemed quite happy with where my fingers were earlier.”

Warwick exhaled deeply. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Master Fishy!” Opie bounded over Warwick to me, letting me get a better view of his outfit.

“Is that butcher paper?” I blinked, trying to clear my eyes. Everything felt foggy here; the contact high made everything seem unreal, as if reality was the mirage on the horizon

“Do you like it?” Opie spun. He had made a tiny kimono out of butcher paper, which only reached his hips. It was tied with silk, and he wore a thong in the same embroidered fabric I had seen draped on this bed. His hair was in a high bun with sticks you skewer meat with and poppy buds braided through his beard. Bitzy wore silk bottoms, a tube top in butcher paper, and poppy buds dangling from her ears.

“We got soooo bored waiting for you to wake up.” He patted at his kimono. “I wanted to work the contrast of hard and soft.” His eyes flicked between us. “But I think you guys beat me to it...” He shook his head. “Does that thing ever unstiffen?” He eyed Warwick’s exposed body. “I feel it’s gonna strike at any moment.”

“It’s going to. And if you don’t leave soon, you will see it in action.” Warwick grumbled, running his hand over his face, his other hand squeezing my leg sprawled across him, pulling me over him.

“We’ve been searching nonstop for you! Do you know what we’ve been through to find you?”

Chiiirp! Bitzy hiccupped.

“The detour to pretty boy’s mushroom garden was your idea.”

Chirp, chirp!

“I did not get caught up in his hoover machine for two days! Total lie!”

Chirp! Chiiirrrppp!

“One day! And it was a complete misunderstanding.” Opie stomped his foot, then turned back to me with a huge smile. “We’ve been so worried about you, Fishy!”

Chiiirp.

“Don’t lie. You were worried too.”

Chirp!

“I could tell. It was on the inside.”

Bitzy tried to stick up her middle fingers, but she got distracted by the movement, wiggling them and giggling. Chhhiiirrppp. She sang dreamily, plunking down on her butt, her lids fluttering.

“Honey, the kids are high again,” I joked, sitting up. Reaching down, I grabbed a silk cover off the end of the bed to cover myself, the bottom part cut into strips.

“Say no to drugs, kids.” Warwick still hadn’t moved, laying on his back, no care in the world to who could see every inch of him. I guess with him, why would he want to cover up? The man was a legend in every way.