With him, she would no longer need to return to her father’s deadly flock. She could have a full life with Lucas, one where she’d be cherished, one where she’d have explosive orgasms, and if the Shepherd should attempt to bring her back into the fold, Lucas had the size and strength to defeat him.
Delilah nodded, pleased with this unexpected blessing.
The sun wouldn’t be up for another two hours, but she was still too restless to sleep. It was midday in Ireland, a good time to contact the Shepherd’s warrior Caine, who kept vigil in the town bordering the Shepherd’s lands. She would relay her progress and the news that she was close to finding the man and woman who had taken a very costly life. She smirked; she would, of course, not divulge her plans to leave their order. Not yet.
Leaving her bedroom, she passed the room of the elderly homeowners and headed to the small home-office downstairs where their bodies were securely wrapped in black plastic and duct tape. She would bury them in the backyard later tonight instead of taking food to Cornelius, the acolyte who’d accompanied her to the States to demonstrate his worth to the Shepherd. Suffering was a part of an acolyte’s’ training; therefore, Delilah felt no urgency to lessen his. Cornelius was weak and needed to become strong and she would do her part to assist him on his journey.
Sitting at the office desk, Delilah opened her laptop and experienced a moment of panic when she saw that the tracking device she’d placed on Lucas’s truck wasn’t emitting a signal. Then she remembered that when he was on the mountain he frequently visited, the signal always died. She prayed that was the case, that he was on the mountain. She couldn’t lose Lucas Beaumont. He was her only chance at happiness, the only person with the strength to turn the Shepherd away.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Shutting down all emotions, she reached for the burner phone and dialed the number that would connect her to Ireland. To allay her concerns regarding Lucas’s whereabouts, perhaps she would seek Cornelius out and learn if he’d witnessed Lucas’s truck go up the mountain while he kept watch.
Zeus growled, burying his face in Sabrina’s chaotic hair to escape the bright light. No matter where she ended up falling asleep, she was always naked on top of him when he woke, her soft kiss pulling him from darkness to initiate their daily ritual of wake-up sex. This morning she had her back to him, her ass pressed into his groin, her shoulder blades stabbing his chest, her head nestled between his neck and shoulder.
Zeus listened, eyes closed, as her thumbs touched rapidly over the surface of her cell phone. Stroking his nose against her jaw, he reached down and began to massage her warm abdomen. The feel of her, her unique scent, the knowledge that she was his to keep, were a comforting lullaby guiding him back toward sleep.
“Why did you tell Brianna that you would teach her tohuntonce she moved in with us?” Sabrina asked casually.
Casual was good. Casual meant she was pissed, but was willing to have arationalconversation.
“Straddle your feet on the outside of my thighs,” he directed.
If she wasn’t going to allow him to go back to sleep, they would begin their wake-up ritual, and her asking him obvious questions wasn’t part of it. Unless she was begging, demanding release, or he was muttering inarticulate sounds as he exploded inside of her, conversation wasn’t a part of that ritual.
She slid her bare feet up his legs, stopping when she reached his knees. Zeus opened his eyes to slits, grumbling low in his throat as he waited for her to place them outside his knees and grant him full access. Sabina tilted her head to the side, challenging him with her eyes as she shined the phone’s illuminated screen into his face.
“Really?” she said, arching her brow.
He shifted the angle of his caress, moving his hand down her stomach toward her manicured pubic area. Her hips jerked in anticipation as his fingers slid through the cropped hairs as his other hand palmed her left breast, squeezing as he dragged his fingernail over her nipple.
His mouth cocked up on one side when her breath hitched.
“Brianna and I already came to an agreement,” he told her.
Sabrina frowned, about to say something combative. She was disrupting their morning ritual.
“Place your feet on the outside of my knees, Sabrina,” he repeated.
She didn’t. “I’m more than willing when you ask, Zeus, but you ordered me,again.”
He ground his teeth…again, annoyed with being told there was a fucking difference.
Sighing heavily, she rested her head against his shoulder, apparently contrite for all the disruptions to their ritual because she placed a foot on the outside of each knee. Zeus relaxed into the pillow and he widened his thighs, pushing her feet farther apart, knowing the limits of her almost limitless flexibility. Splitting her outer lips, he speared two fingers beyond the rim of her opening.
“Zeus…” she mumbled, finally speaking in the tone he wanted to hear. The phone fell to the bed, and their sublevel bedroom beneath Mama’s House was engulfed in darkness.
Zeus’s dick butted up against his fingers, rising like a golden obelisk between the juncture of her thighs. Sabrina reached down, stroking the swollen head before removing his hand from her opening and grinding the length of him against her sex, clit to ass, gyrating her hips as she worked his dick like a gearshift. Zeus caught her rhythm and thrust his hips in sync with hers.
He grunted, sack already drawing tight.
Sabrina lifted her back from his chest and rose up on her knees, placing the head of his penis just inside the rim of her opening. She tried to ease her way down his length for a leisurely fuck, but he wasn’t in the mood, not after being forced to disrupt their morning ritual. He gripped her hips and surged up, slamming into her pussy over and over until she gripped his thighs, surged up, slammed down, and took control, riding him backward as if she was a trick rider.
Their pace grew frantic. Zeus gripped her hips tighter, went in a little harder, faster, his cock expanding inside her constricting walls. He gritted his teeth, grinding down on pure ecstasy as Sabrina stiffened and cried out, the torrent of rippling waves against his sensitive flesh forced an eruption of heated fluid to spew inside her womb.
Once she stopped bucking against him, riding her second wave, Sabrina fell backward onto Zeus’s chest and nestled her head back into the crook of his neck. He used the hand not coated in her juices to smooth her hair back from her face while she caught her breath.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said. “Unlike you, the kid’s picking up what I’m teaching quickly.”
