Page 60 of Wicked Heirs

“So you also knew you could have blasted your way out at any moment and kickedmeout in the process?”

“It may have crossed my mind.”

“Well, I’m honored that you chose to do otherwise.”

“Right back at you.”

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You’re not someone who I’d ever even think to kick out of bed, okay? Do you hear me, little angel?”

I beamed up at him and nodded.

And then I trailed my fingers over his on my ring and told him, “My father gave this to me. Actually, he left it for me, because he died.”

“I heard you’d lost your father, but there’s not much known about it.”

“He was human but he was one of the rare ones who’d been around supernaturals his whole life. He was a professor of mythology and his research led him to our world. It’s how he met my mom. She was trying to shut down his research. And she did, but they also hit it off. I guess she wanted somebody who wasn’t all about power. At the time anyway. She went through a period where she was tired of her role in things. But when he died, she went the other way. He died from human sickness. There’s not much known about it because she wanted to keep it in the family.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” I sucked in a breath, then told him, “So, anyway, my dad intended to give this to me on my sixteenth birthday. He left a note with it saying it represented grace and elegance and his admiration for me and who I could become as a grown woman.”

“That’s a beautifully heartfelt gesture.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Who knew you could think those sweet words, let alone actually speak them?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, that most people never come to know.”

“And?”

“Will you come to know? Let’s just consider it a work in progress for us both.”

“Agreed,” I said, sinking into him, my eyes growing heavy.

He tucked me in tighter to his side. “Sleep now.”

We could deal with the mindfuck of what had happened once we’d had some rest and clearer heads prevailed in the morning.

11

~Orpheus~

“So how does it feel?”

I turned from grabbing my glass of bourbon off the edge beside the waterfall and took Alena in again as we sat immersed in the warm water of the pool in the serene surroundings that I’d conjured when we’d woken up just a couple of hours after falling asleep. Her golden magic was lighting the area through the darkness, like golden fireflies floating all around the place.

We were both still extremely wired from what had happened between us. It was why we’d only been able to nap rather than sleep through the night.

So, I’d suggested this, the soothing and very calming waters in a quiet area at the far end of campus where very few ever ventured out to, Xavier and Talon being the only ones I’d taken out this far where we’d spent time within other illusions of mine and glamours chilling and experimenting with our magic and abilities. We didn’t just save that forObsidianhosted parties or get-togethers.

Alena was absolutely stunning in a white crochet bikini, her pink hair wild and damp and her gorgeous blue eyesbright and shining with contentment—and a whole lot of carnal satisfaction, without a doubt.

“To be fucked by you?” she asked.

I took a sip of my bourbon. “I think you mean, fucked within an inch of your life. But, no, I already know how good that was for you.”

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