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My body, already flat on the mattress, surged forward as I yelped helplessly. So true to form, he did it again, withdrawing the dildo while he was inside me, then pushing it back in, nice and slow, as his cock moved out.
He took his time, the rhythm unhurried, languorous, perhaps to save my sanity, or to get me used to the completelynew sensation. Little by little, both his hand and his cock picked up the pace, until both barreled into me with complete abandon.
I could no longer even attempt to control my body. My hips lifted up to meet him. My legs flailed.
“It seems like my witch loves to be plowed from both ends, huh?” Lucian chuckled.
He was killing me, and he wasamused.
Just when I started to suspect I might survive this if he allowed me to come soon, the discordant rhythm switched. Lucian started moving the dildo and his cocktogether. I screamed bloody murder, feeling myself tighten while my pussy flooded my legs, his cock, and the poor sheet underneath me. My walls squeezed him so much, it was no wonder Lucian came inside me at the next thrust, collapsing against my back.
Bare skin glistening with sweat, I went slack, still reeling, incapable of doing anything but breathing.
“Weren’t—” I tried, my heart beating too fast, each word a struggle. “Weren’t we supposed to rest?”
“Mm,” he breathed, rolling onto his side, and taking me with him.
We were back to spooning. I looked back at him, and the dick had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling steadily.
He’d gone back to sleep.
35
KLEOS
Iglared across the table. “I walk like a penguin.”
Instead of seeming even a little bit abashed, Lucian looked smug. “I’d offer you a pain potion, but you’re the miraculous healer,” he reminded me. “Shouldn’tyouoffer me one? I may have pulled a muscle.”
“You didn’t,” I grunted.
In truth, I could have easily healed the vague ache at my core. My magic worked better on other people than it did on me, but a little numbing spell wasn’t a challenge. Instead, I wanted to feel it. Bask in it. But Lucian was far too impressed with himself, so I wasn’t going to tellhimthat.
My phone rang again. Mother. I knew I was going to have to answer sooner or later. I’d accepted Cassiopeia’s offer last weekend, and after stopping by for a signature, she’d immediately filed the paperwork on Tuesday. I was certain that sort of admin usually took ages, but her surname was Regis, so I received the confirmation earlier today. With that out of the way, I could handle Mother.
The thing was, I really didn’t want to.
I received my own mail at the manor, as I’d requested, but Mother would also be notified. I couldn’t avoid her forever. I just had other problems today.
“Any news from Silver?” Lucian checked.
Demetria finally got back to her last night. Four days was pretty fast for her foster parents. “Not since yesterday. Tria said she’s on her way. Could be a week, could be a month.” I shrugged.
“So we’re still on for tonight,” he concluded, clearly still stressed about the ritual we had to perform.
He wasn’t the only one. I’d dealt with the old man who saved me once and a single look at one of his booksobliterated me. I could say, after meeting Apollo, I had a healthy dose of fear associated with any Olympian god.
“There’s something I wanted to talk about,” he said slowly. “In case it was on your mind, too. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
I swallowed. I’d hoped no one else came to the same conclusion I did, but of course, Lucian had. “The prophecy.”
He inclined his head. “Five beyond death,” he quoted.
“That’s not exactly good,” I admitted, biting my lip.
“There are six of us tonight. Four elemental anchors, me, the caster, and you, the subject. It doesn’t compute. And don’t forget, the start of the prophecy is two by sea. Last I checked, none of us have gone on a cruise.”
I’d told myself exactly the same thing, but coming from him, it was a hell of a lot more reassuring.
