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“Come with me, Ms. Scanlon,” Kotos growled, driving deeper still. “That’s a direct order from your boss.”

With a cry that I was sure the entire party could hear, I shattered. My body arched off the bed as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over me. Kotos followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt with a roar.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, both panting and trembling in the aftermath. Slowly, carefully, Kotos eased out of me and clicked off the vibrator. He reached up to undo the silk bindings around my wrists, gently massaging the feeling back into them.

“Are you alright?” Kotos asked, concern clear in his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head, a lazy smile spreading across my face. “I’m perfect. That was... wow.”

I collapsed back against the pillows, struggling to catch my breath. That might have been the best sex of my life. Hell, it may have been the best sex ofanylife. Ever. Period. End of story.

Kotos flopped down next to me, draping a protective arm across my waist. “Eloquent as always, Ms. Scanlon.”

I snuggled against him, toying with the medallion he wore around his neck. “Forgive me if my vocabulary is a bit limited after having my brains fucked out.”

Kotos’ eyes darkened at my words. “Mm, maybe we should see if I can render you completely speechless. For research, of course.”

I stifled a laugh and arched an eyebrow at him. “Well, if it’s for work...”

CHAPTER SEVEN

KOTOS

My phone’s insistent buzzing dragged me from sleep. I groaned, fumbling for it on the nightstand. Laramie stirred beside me, mumbling something unintelligible as she burrowed deeper into the pillows. I smiled, drinking in the sight of her sleep-tousled hair and the curve of her shoulder peeking out from beneath the sheets.

My mate. My perfect, brilliant mate.

The phone buzzed again. With a growl of annoyance, I extracted myself from Laramie’s embrace and padded to the privacy of the balcony.

Devlin’s name flashed across the screen. My stomach dropped.

“What do you want?” I snarled, keeping my voice low to avoid waking Laramie.

Devlin’s laugh cackled through the speaker. “Good morning to you too, sunshine. Did you enjoy the party last night?”

Ice flooded my veins. “Cut the bullshit, Devlin. What do you want?”

“Oh, Kotos.” Her voice dripped with false sympathy. “You wound me. Can’t an old friend check in?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting back a headache. “We’re not friends.”

“No,” Devlin agreed, her tone hardening. “We’re not. Which is why I thought you might be interested in seeing some candid photos from last night’s festivities.”

Fuck.

“What photos?” I growled, even as dread pooled in my gut.

“Let’s see...” Devlin’s voice took on a theatrical quality. “There’s a lovely series of you with your hand up your little human’s dress. Oh, and this one’s my favorite—her with just a ludicrous amount of cock stuffed down her throat, your hands helping her gobble down even more. I bet the tabloids would have a field day with these.”

Rage boiled within me. She threatened my mate? I wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and strangle her with my bare hands. “If you dare?—”

“Now, now. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Devlin’s smirk was audible. “I’m willing to make a deal. After all, we wouldn’t want your little human to become the next Monica Lewinsky, would we? Think of her career. Her reputation. All that ambition, crushed in an instant.”

I clenched my fist so hard my knuckles turned white. “Tell me what you want.”

“Smart boy,” Devlin cooed. “I want you to sabotage the deal with Andreas and Elysia. Make sure it goes to Shadow Daddies instead.”

My blood ran cold. The deal with Elysia was worth millions. It would solidify MythMatch’s position as the premier supernatural dating app. Years had gone into fine tuning the algorithms and schmoozing with investors. We were ready to launch into an entirely new realm of success.

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