Stone Goddess (Isabella Hush Series Book 3) by Thea Atkinson

Author:Thea Atkinson [Atkinson, Thea & Atkinson, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dark urban fantasy, romance fantasy adventure, mortal women immortals, mortal women in supernatural world
Publisher: Thea Atkinson
Published: 2018-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

I stared dumbly at Maddox, who couldn't meet my eye. Instead he was busy batting away feverishly exploring hands as the nymphs began tempting him in earnest at the news. Some of them tangled their fingers through his hair, others decided that their best ploy was visual. I could almost hear the sensual lilt of belly dance music accompanying their undulating moves. It sounded like it was coming from the thicket where Pan had thrown his flute.

I gaped at Maddox.

"You're celibate?" I said.

Maddox said nothing, but his jaw clenched.

Celibate. This man whose every pore dripped sex. This man whose masculine hands were meant to explore the female form. It couldn't be accurate and yet, the way Pan's acolytes were behaving, and the frigid, awkward response Maddox was giving as he tried to extricate himself said it all.

It all started to add up: the clinical way he'd bathed me, Kerri's complaints those weeks ago that he wouldn't try out any of her sexual fantasies. I'd thought it a show to create a distraction. But maybe Kerri was complaining in earnest and using the information to her advantage.

Maddox's expression had turned markedly sour.

Pan chuckled from behind me. "Ask him how long."

I swung my gaze from one to the other, still trying to process the fact that a man of Maddox looks and raw sexual energy had sworn off sex.

I couldn't imagine what might have initiated such an extreme reaction. Maybe he'd lost someone he loved dearly. Maybe he'd been stung; heck, we'd all been. But for him to agree to attend a party thrown by an incubus had to mean he was also a bit of a masochist. I mean, who would volunteer for that. No wonder he'd been so anxious. No wonder he hated seeing all the nudity.

"Celibate?" I said again because if Maddox had heard me, he'd decided that the way Pan's acolytes were taking it as a challenge was a bigger priority than answering.

They'd now begun to peel his clothes away and guide him toward a luxurious looking settee that had sprung from the trunk of a broad redwood. He didn't have enough hands to block them all.

He fell backwards onto the lounge and they fell over him. He was all but invisible through the skin, hair, and hands.

"Fuck," I heard him say from within the cluster.

The nymphs tittered as one and drew back. He was shirtless, his nipples hard pebbles and the V line in his lower abdomen trembling above the waistband of his pants. He was breathing hard, trying his damnest not to stare at the breasts swaying in front of him. The hand on the settee was clenched.

Celibate, perhaps, but still very much a slave to primal desires.

"Is it true?" I asked him.

He dragged his gaze to mine and might have answered except a brazen acolyte reached ran her hand down along that chest, teasing its way down as it tracked his median line. He tried and failed to pin her hand from plunging into his pants.

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