“Where do they sleep?” she asked when she got to her feet.
“Wherever they want, basically.” He motioned toward two dog beds tucked near the end of the sofa. “You’ll find many of those throughout the house.”
“They’re not locked up here?” she asked.
“No. They have free roam of the house. There are dog doors throughout. They come and go as they please.”
Taking Penelope’s hand once again, Obsidian commanded Zeus and Aphrodite to go downstairs, then led Penelope through the living room toward one of the many hallways that branched off of it. His female was glancing around, her mouth hanging open as she took in the stone and gaslit lamps mounted every few feet down the wide hallway.
“Are those motion sensored?”
“They are.”
“They don’t look electric.”
“They’re not. We use gas in the event the electricity goes out. The motion sensors are just a few modern conveniences we’ve added.”
“Very high tech,” she muttered, stopping when they came to the door to his room.
He opened it with his mind, not thinking anything of it. Before she walked inside, Penelope peered up at him, shot an amused grin.
“Oh, my God. This is your private quarters?” Her tone was breathless, her mouth agape as she stared at the large space. “It’s enormous.”
Evidently theheurospshad made a few upgrades since his departure. What had once been a comfortable room to sleep in looked more like a romantic honeymoon suite. The king-size bed sported a thick navy-blue comforter that practically sparkled beneath the lights. The nightstands now held lamps, clocks, and reading material for two rather than one. A seating area had been added, perched neatly in front of the doors that led to the terrace, as well as a large dresser with mirror that matched the chest he used.
“If this is where you sleep, I’d love to see the bathroom?”
“You can see whatever you want, but first…” Before she could walk away, Obsidian gripped Penelope’s arm, spun her around, and backed her against the wall, bending down and crushing his mouth to hers. Just as he’d come to expect, she lit up in his arms. He’d recognized the familiar heat downstairs when he’d been seconds from dragging her to the floor and tearing her clothes off with his teeth.
Though they’d indulged in one another numerous times throughout the day in the motel room, it felt as though eons had passed since he’d last had her. Theamnighwas intensifying, and since he could smell Penelope’s arousal, Obsidian knew she was feeling it, too.
Hisamsouelot’sleg curled around his as she tried to get closer. He obliged, lifting her with ease. “Legs around me.”
Their mouths realigned as he carried her toward the bed, easing her onto the mattress. Taking a moment, he pulled his mouth from hers, admired her as she lay there.
“What?” she asked, turning her head to look around.
“I’ve been waiting for the day you’d be in my bed.”
Her fingers trailed over his cheekbones, his jaw. “You say that as though I’m the only woman you’ve had here.”
Once more, he sensed her insecurity. “You are,ayreme. I’ve never had another female in this bed.”
“Never?”
“Never.” He placed one knee between her thighs and crawled over her, pressing soft kisses to her jaw, her neck. “You’re myamsouelot, Penelope. The Fates selected you solely for me. My other half.”
Her strangled laugh had him lifting his head.
“I find that hard to believe.” Her eyes glittered with vulnerability. “Out of all the women in the entire universe, they picked me?”
Amused, he kissed her lips. “They did. And I’ve been waiting for you for … a long time.”
“Exactly how old are you?”
He swallowed hard, peered down in her eyes as she removed his sunglasses.
“How old?” she repeated.
