Chapter 3

“I’ve picked the lock and we’re in. I’m locking it behind us.”

“You’re taking too long. I—Samson—has his shirt off already.”

“Well, I’m going to check the room for traps or any shit like—”

“Looks like you’re distracted,” said Edward as Colin’s die came up on three. “I’m going to drag you by your pants to the bed. If you object, I’m kissing you again.”

Colin swallowed. He could imagine everything, despite none of it being real, no castle, no room, no half-elf. He could practically feel his cock ache in his pants, Edward’s—Samson’s—lips on his, hands at his waist.

He didn’t want to roll anymore, but he didn’t want to give Edward an excuse to quit. They kept going, neither of them looking at each other, getting pulled more and more into the role, the scene. Elm and Samson made their way to the bed, shedding clothes, weapons, coin purses as they went. They tumbled onto the bedding, completely naked, still kissing.

“We actually going to make them do this?” asked Edward.