Page 36 of Wicked Heirs

“It’s called brutal justice, Alena.”

“It’s called being a sick and twisted dickhead.”

“Give yourself to me and I’ll release them. How’s that for flying in the face of being this dickhead you seem to think I am? I’m offering you a good deal.”

“Bullshit. Give myself to you? You’re seriously trying to trade sex for their liberation?”

“I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to relax for me while I figure out what’s going on with us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know very well. What happened in my chambers… it’s still lingering. It has to be for you too.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Then you have two reasons to make this deal with me. The first, to free these imbeciles and the second to free yourself of this strange and infuriating thing between us since your magic did… whatever it did.”

“Fine. Deal.”

In the next moment, I felt him pulling back his magic.

And then the two Light Fae guys came rushing out like bats out of hell, stumbling in their haste to get far away. They didn’t even notice me standing there in the shadows.

I heard a slam inside and a little gasp from Alena.

I pushed into the tent and pulled up short at what I saw before me.

There Orpheus was between Alena’s thighs as she sat up on a wooden coffee table that went with the whole rustic décor inside the space, his hands either side of her thighs as the two of them locked lips.

It wasn’t just any kiss either.

It was a ravaging.

She wasn’t in immediate danger then.

At least not in the way I’d been concerned about.

Although, garnering his attention in any way didn’t bode well.

Not at this level of intensity, not where he was clearly supremely affected by her.

He wouldn’t like that.

Not one bit.

He slid his hands up her thighs, heading for her embroidered denim skirt, as he eased his mouth from hers and nipped at her throat, down to her collarbone, over the tops of her breasts through the thin material of her white cropped tank.

“What are you doing to me, little angel?” he groaned, between bites and licks of her skin.

He was marking her.

Damnation!That definitely wasn’t good.

“I despise you,” she panted, even as she threw her head back and gave him better access to her throat and breasts, her hands planted behind her on the coffee table.

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