He raises his brow, a clear question about why I’m side-eyeing him, but I ignore him and head into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind me before setting my waters on the counter.
I take one look in the mirror, and I wonder how the hell I can appear like a slightly pink windblown rat while they look rugged and fuckable. Being a girl sucks sometimes.
I feel like I rip half my hair out as I untangle my braid. I can feel grit on my scalp, and it’s actually tender when I rake the brush over my head. Damn sun.
Keeping the water a little cooler than usual so it’s not going to scald my cheeks and the top of my head, I duck under the spray. A sigh leaves my lips when I place my hand on the wall.
A chilled gust of air is my first clue I’m not alone, and then big hands slide up my wet back until fingers knead my shoulders. I let out another sigh, but this one is longer.
Egan pushes my hair to the side and places his lips on my nape, while his thumbs make deep circles over my shoulders. It hurts and feels so fucking good. Even through the water, I feel the tip of his tongue make a path up the side of my neck, while his nose nuzzles the spot behind my ear.
He’s doing a very good job of distracting me, but I’m not one to hold my tongue, even if it’s to my benefit, so I mumble, “You could have let me see you before you went inside.”
He pauses his kiss and uses my shoulders to spin me around abruptly so I’m facing him. Water bounces off his chest, making me squint, but I don’t look away.
With a gentle touch, he brushes his talon over my lips, dragging my bottom lip open a little. Using the same nail, he touches his lip and taps.
Tell me.
I hear the words in my head like an echo of my own voice, but I answer anyway. “I thought something might have happened to you.”
Egan pulls his head back as if my words surprised him, and then the closest thing I’ve seen to a smile curls his lips. He shifts, and the water stops pelting me in the face as he backs me up against the wall. I gasp when I connect with the cold tile behind me, arching my back.
Egan takes advantage, pressing against me and thumbing my nipple. His hard dick pushes into my stomach, teasing me just as effectively as his hands.
I wrap my arm up and over his wide shoulders, and he slides his hand down over my hip before wrapping it behind my thigh and hoisting me up. The moment our mouths are even, Egan slams his lips onto mine, stealing my breath.
Egan
Lorelei’s skinis slick as I drag my fingers along her warm flesh.She was worried about me.Instead of making me feel weak, as if she thinks I can’t take care of myself, it tells me she cares enough for me to be concerned.
Seconds later, I’m on her, pushing her up against the wall and wrapping her long legs around my waist so I can feel her hot pussy against my lower stomach. I can’t seem to resist her mouth, so my lips crash onto hers in a demanding kiss. She opens willingly, and I slide my tongue against hers. My breathing is already heavy. How can she taste so fucking divine?
One hand is still toying with her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple, while she makes soft sounds that I feel in my dick. Using the hand holding her thigh, I adjust my grip and push two fingers inside her pussy. Her head kicks back, taking her lips from mine, and a sound rumbles through my chest at the loss.
I bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark, but I am careful not to break the skin. She clenches around my fingers and cries out softly. I feel her fingers thread into my wet hair, and she gathers a fistful, using it as leverage to push my head down while offering up her tits to me when she arches her back.
My tongue snakes out and circles her nipple. Her pussy tightens again, and I push my fingers as deep as I can inside her and twist my hand, so her pussy lips are wrapped around my knuckles. My thumb finds her clit, and I circle her nub once before I start finger fucking her roughly, making sure my thumb hits right where she needs it with every thrust as I suck on her nipple.
Lore only lasts two minutes before she tightens her grip on my shoulders and buries her face in my neck, yanking my hair in the process as she comes all over my hand. Just as her breathing begins to slow, I reach for my dick and guide myself inside her swollen pussy. She moans as I tilt my hips forward. She’s so slick, I’m able to bottom out on the first stroke. Her nails dig into my back, and my balls tighten.
The aftereffects of her orgasm cause her pussy to convulse around my cock, so I barely have to move to feel her milking me. The hand that’s not fisted in my hair slides down my side until she’s urging me to fuck her with her heels digging into my ass.
There’s a small part of me that wants to make her wait just to show her I’m in control here, but I don’t have the willpower to fight her demand. I pull back, and she makes a mewling sound. When I slam forward, her breath huffs out and she pants against my neck and chest. The pattern repeats until my knees are weak, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.
“She has a few more orgasms in her, don’t you think?”
I snap my head around to see the prince leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very much like the lord of lust that he is. I was so taken with Lore, I had no idea we had an audience. I clench my teeth, searching for control as I threaten to spill inside her tight pussy.
Lore moans in my ear as if she’s testing my resolve, and I feel her release coating my dick, making her even more slick. My thrusts are hard and fast as I slam into her.
“Again,” Modeus orders, and I don’t know or care if he’s talking to me or her. This time, when she comes, she sinks her teeth into my shoulder to muffle a scream.
I can feel the blood trickling down my back, and then I’m lost. I come so hard, my vision fails me. It’s as if all I can see, feel, or hear is Lore, like stars racing across the heavens, blacking out my sight.
A large palm lands on my shoulder, pulling me from my starry vision, and my knees threaten to buckle. The prince slides his hands between our chests, getting his clothes soaked in the process, and then he plucks Lore from between me and the wall. The moment her weight is gone, I stumble back and just manage to keep myself from collapsing to the ground when I slam my palm against the wall.
“I’ve got her,” he tells me softly, and I allow myself to slide down the wall until my ass is on the shower floor and I’m panting to catch my breath. She could kill me and I would be a willing sacrifice, if it meant I got to be inside her again. My head falls forward, and my dark hair obscures my view, but I hear Modeus mumbling to her softly. Knowing she has him to care for her soothes me.
