I bend and unlace Cyrus’ boots and remove his socks, then I lift my eyes to Egan’s. “I’m going to take his clothes off,” I warn. I don’t think he’ll have an issue, but I might as well let him know. Egan crosses his arms, not offering to help but not leaving either.
The jeans are tough to pull down his legs, and by the time I get them past his knees, I fall on my ass and blow my hair out of my face.
Once he’s nude, I fold up his clothes and clutch them to my chest. I like the way they smell, like mossy stone. It feels familiar. “I’m going to grab him a blanket. He’ll probably sleep for a day or so.”
Egan follows me back down the stairs. I make a turn on one of the landings to reach the floor my bedroom is on. Like the other door, this one is hidden, and I have to pull it toward me to get the spring to unlatch.
Once I enter my room, I lay the pile of clothes on a dresser in the closet and grab some spare blankets. “We’re going to need a bigger bed,” I observe.
Egan is blocking the doorway when I try to exit the closet. It’s clear he wants my attention. “What’s up?” His black eyes search my face, but he doesn’t rush to communicate with me any other way. “Is everything all right?” I place the blanket on my dresser and palm his cheek. His eyes slip closed as he leans into my touch.
Egan reaches for my free hand and plants it on his chest, tapping my fingers twice, all while his eyes are still closed. “Are you tired? You can get in bed.” I look around his shoulder at the mattress.
He nods against my palm. I don’t know when he went to bed last night. Modeus carried me to the sheets, and I was out like a light. “I’ll be in soon, so go get comfy,” I urge.
Egan leans forward, and I answer his waiting lips with a soft kiss. He kisses me like I’m made of the finest lace but fucks me like I was made for him, and I adore him for it.
When he pulls back, my breathing is ragged. If I didn’t feel the need to take the blanket to Cyrus, I would join him in bed and call for Modeus too, but I need to check on the gargoyle. “I’ll be back soon,” I promise, then use my hand on his chest to push him toward the bed. He goes without any resistance, dropping his ass when the bed hits the back of his legs. I kiss his forehead, then back away.
The way his eyes track me makes me wonder if he’s really going to allow me to escape. I don’t dare turn around. I feel like it would set off the delicate balance we’re managing right now. I bet he would have me splayed out on the floor before I could make it out of the room.
My pussy is tingling by the time I clear the door. The action of him leaping off the bed and grabbing me felt imminent, and clearly, I’m enjoying the notion.
Cyrus is still passed out when I return to the attic. His motionless body doesn’t look at all comfortable, but I’m sure he’s slept in worse places. I know I have. Kneeling beside him, I lift the back of his neck and slide a pillow under his head. His hand snakes out and grabs my wrist in a punishing grip before his breathing changes. His eyes open slowly, revealing his gold and green irises as he blinks up at me.
His grip loosens, but he doesn’t release his hold before his eyes fall closed again. I stroke a few pieces of hair from his face, and he lets out a heavy sigh before his breathing evens out again. It feels right having him here. I don’t like that he’ll need to be away from us for a short time, but I’m not really keen on sleeping on the floor next to him either.
I check out his package before placing the blanket over him. It’s kind of hard to miss, even lying soft against his upper thigh. It’s not exactly my fault. It doesn’t seem like he wears underclothes, which I would have left on if he did. Somehow, I don’t think he’ll mind that I sneaked a peek. I’ll blame it on Egan if he does, since he got me all worked up with just a kiss and a look.
I linger in the room longer than need be, but I eventually leave him to rest, making sure to keep the door open should he wake.
CHAPTER18
Modeus
I can feelLore’s approach like static against my skin. The need to be inside her, pleasing her, has me rushing to the door she left open and ducking inside the tiny hall. Her steps falter as she descends the staircase.
My breath catches just from looking at her. She recovers faster than I do, coming down the few remaining steps and brushing her body against mine. Her eyes are hooded when she gazes up at me, and I can smell her arousal and feel her desire like a brand over my groin. She needs me.
My hand slides up her side, slithering under her shirt, and she arches her back before my fingers even reach her nipple. I love the way she responds to my touch, love how making her feel like this makes me feel.
Lowering my lips to the side of her neck, I lick and suck the smooth skin of her throat. I can feel every breath she takes under my mouth.
When her hand slides into my hair and she grazes her fingertips along my horn, my thighs tremble. It takes everything inside me not to sink my teeth into her soft skin and beg her to stroke all of me.
My thumb reaches her hardened nipple, and she gasps tenderly. I want to hear her do that again when my lips are wrapped around her, so I move my kiss lower, sliding my tongue along her collarbones. Lore tilts her head back and gives herself to me like an offering.
Greedily, I tug at her shirt and the fabric rips, allowing me to see her exposed breasts. I drop to my knees with a thud and lean forward until I have her nipple between my lips and my hands wrapped around her back.
Lore smells so fucking good, my mouth waters, even as I’m tasting her. Her petrichor scent is even stronger than the first time I was with her, or maybe I’m more attuned to it. Either way, it drives me insane.
Her back bows even more as I tug her closer to feast on her. The need to taste all of her is consuming. I want her flavor on my tongue. I want to drown in her. Lore cries out softly when I pinch her nipple at the same time I bite the one in my mouth. Her hand is no longer teasing as she fists my horn and uses her grip to control my head. My dick throbs with need.
Lore
Modeus bitesthe tip of my breast, and I nearly collapse. My entire body shuts down for a breath while pleasure blossoms through me. When I can breathe again, I realize I have a hand wrapped around one of his horns, holding on for dear life. I start to release my grip, but Modeus’ hand comes up and covers mine, keeping my fingers locked around him.
“You like that?” My voice is thick. I want to know everything I can do to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
