Page 38 of Cursed Heirs

I could feel my eyes flaming with my power at my outburst.

He stared out at me, the bastard grinning. “It appears you need a great deal of relief.”

A bolt of his amber fire slammed into my chest and propelled me across the room onto my bed.

As I hit with a jarring impact, he was there, climbing on top of me and caging me in.

“Don’t posture. We both know you won’t hurt me. Our relationship is mutually beneficial.” He leaned down and nippedat my earlobe. “Don’t allow your hotheaded friend to upset that perfect balance, or poison what we share.”

“What we share sexually is superficial. Casual. The rest is business.”

His eyes narrowed. “Superficial?”

“That’s right.”

He reached down between us and squeezed my cock, making me jolt. “Is this raging hard-on you have justsuperficialthen? Look how hard you got just by being in my presence.”

“It’s an involuntary physical reaction to going without for days on end.”

“No,” he ground out fiercely. “It’s more than that. I’ve spent years on you, getting past that stoicism and working on making you mine.”

With a flick of his magic, he had my pants open, and then he was sliding his hand inside and feeling up my cock. “This belongs to me.” He shoved his other hand under my white tee and raked his nails down my pecs, making me hiss. “You belong to me, Dark Prince.”

“Stop. We’re not doing this. It’s done.”

“Never.”

“You’ve become too attached.” In a creepy fucking way that was growing worse with each passing day. “I belong to no one.”

A snarl escaped him and I went to call my magic before he could retaliate in whatever manner he was about to, but a surge of familiar power startled me and pulled me up short.

“I wouldn’t say to no one,” a sexy voice sounded next.

Cornwell stilled for a moment in shock.

A blast of golden magic slammed into him, tearing him from me.

I watched him skid across the floor and smack into a shelf over by the window covered with heavy curtains.

As he was reeling from that, I sat up to see Alena standing there, a single palm aflame with her power, and Talon right behind her.

“Miss Rose,” Cornwell uttered breathlessly, struggling to his feet and failing to keep his composure, looking as rattled as fuck. “Welcome back.”

“Back early,” Talon spat.

“Yes, well, it’s rude to interrupt a liaison.”

“A liaison that Orpheus clearly didn’t want to have,” she bit back, her palm still noticeably aflame.

“He just needed to relax into it. Sometimes it takes some effort.”

“Not with me, it doesn’t. Not with us.”

“Well, our relationship is different,” he told her snidely.

“No. Your relationship is over.”

I couldn’t get a word out.

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