Merlin tutted at her. “I asked you a question,” he said, with an air of disappointment, and pulled his hand away. A moment later, his hand smacked across her arse, jolting her forwards. “Who upset you? Tell me!” he said, more demanding, his fingers going back to her clit.
“A boy!” she blurted out, feeling the sting lingering against her cheek, the gasp she’d made at it more of surprise than pain. “A dumb teenage boy I tried to protect from Peitho, okay!” Her face was burning at saying that out loud to him. It was different to say to Kaden, who was outside of this world, who was just a random human. Merlin knew Peitho. Merlin could turn around and say anything to Luna’s goddess at any time.
Oh, was that it? A boy too young, a woman too wise, a goddess who didn’t share the same morals. Merlin slotted the story together quickly in his mind. “She likes them young. Easier to mould to her desires,” he said, focused on arousing Luna, and sliding two fingers inside her. “Make them into good, helpful, bright people. Like you.” He rotated his hand so he could crook his fingers, stroking the inside of her, looking for the spot that would make her shudder.