I’m actually light-headed when I finally slip out of her. I watch my release dribble from her swollen pussy, knowing there so much more inside of her, but I still use my finger to push the little that escaped back in.
“We’ll call that four minutes,” Modeus states, and Lorelei makes a soft sound of protest. I can’t tell if she wishes it was more or less. “Two for the fallen, and two for me.”
I collapse on the bed, trying to catch my breath. She wrecked me, and it wasn’t even five minutes. I might be embarrassed later, but right now, I’m riding the best orgasm of my life, so it’s too soon for me to worry about it.
Egan stalks past me, snatches Lorelei off of Modeus’ chest, and tosses her roughly on the bed. He’s on her less than a blink later, dwarfing her frame so much, it’s hard to see anything but her hands as she wraps them around his back.
CHAPTER23
Lore
After spendingtwo days in bed, where I became very well acquainted with my three mates and slept soundly between bouts of amazing sex, I’m up and feeling the need to spar. While I’m confident in my ability to fight, there’s no need to be overly cocky and assume I’ll be able to take on any threat without any preparation.
First, I make a call to Deekhil. I haven’t been to the clubhouse and don’t have any intention of returning until after the trials. “Let me speak to the secretary,” I tell the female who answers the clubhouse phone.
Within seconds, the djinn is on the line. “Obsidian Angels’ secretary.” His voice is smooth and calm as usual.
“This is Lore, give me an update.”
“Evening, Madam President.” I almost roll my eyes at his formal address but decide to let it go. “We’ve had twenty-three challengers register.”
“Only twenty-three?”
“I believe there will be an influx of contestants tomorrow. Samuel has expressed the same opinion from the border. He will permit all opponents entry into the territory tomorrow at noon, where they will be escorted to the estate by Obsidian Angels’ enforcers and riders.”
Modeus enters the kitchen, and my heart starts to beat a little faster. He may be the most dangerous of my men—to me, at least. It’s a good thing I’m entirely convinced he worships me. I look away from him, as the markings on his neck and chest are always such a distraction. “Have there been any gargoyles, or has anyone entered under the name Adder?”
“No Adder as of yet, and I haven’t been made aware of specific species. Would you like to be notified if they should register?” Deekhil offers.
“Yes. Anything else I should know?”
“Uma is organizing obsequies after the trials.”
“She’s had her hands full the past few weeks.” I haven’t given the chaplain, Uma, much thought, though I should have, considering she’s the one taking care of Harlow’s, and now Reaper’s, funerals.
“It’s her job,” he tells me pragmatically.
“Keep me updated on anything relevant, Deekhil,” I tell the djinn. I don’t know if Modeus realized I’m about to end the call soon or if he’s just getting impatient, but he brushes the hair away from the back of my neck and starts planting warm, wet kisses on my nape.
“I certainly will. Is there anything else you would like of me?”
“I’ll let you know.” I hang up abruptly. Damn my prince and his distraction.
“What are you doing?” I tilt my head to the side, offering him better access, and he gathers my hair in his fist.
“Saying hello.” He slips the tip of his tongue across my skin before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. My breath catches, and I rise up on my tiptoes. I love how it feels like he’s claiming me.
“I was hoping for a sparring partner.” My tone is breathy as he wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me back against him. My eyes fall closed, and it takes everything in me to jerk myself away from his embrace.
My chest is heaving when I spin to look at him. Modeus’ head is down, but his blue eyes are locked on mine. When the tip of his tongue peeks out from his full lips, my stomach dips. Sensing my distraction, he leaps forward, closing the distance between us, and pins me to the wall.
The sound I make should be a growl of frustration, but it’s way too breathy for that. “Distracted, princess?” he purrs near my ear, and my knees actually get weak.
It takes effort to strengthen my spine and shove him away. The smirk on his lips tells me he knows exactly how hard it was. “Usually, I would go to the gym, but why leave home when I have such an able body right here?” I slowly begin to circle Modeus, and he moves with me, not allowing me to see his back.
“Should we go outside or up to the attic?” he asks without taking his eyes off me.
Instead of attacking him the same way I would someone else, I use his own tactic on him, bringing my fingers up to caress my neck and lower, toying with the low V of my shirt. “Upstairs might work.” I pretend to ponder the idea. The moment I see his eyes follow the movement of my hand, I strike.
