Page 87 of Prince of Storms
“Yes, yes, everything is fine, I promise.”
“If you’re feeling unwell, I can find someone to help you out,” he said.
“Oh, no,” I squeaked as Tor added a third finger, filling me as he slid them against the soft, fleshy upper part of my inside, pairing that with his tongue on my clit. There was no way I could hold off on what was coming. “I’m feeling … fine. Just fine. Thank you. I, uh, just trying to tie my shoelace.”
The man frowned but nodded respectfully. “Of course. I’ll leave you be then.”
I sagged as he disappeared around the corner again, and Tor took a break.
“Tying your shoelace?” he questioned wickedly.
My hand grabbed his head through my skirts and pulled it in hard to my pussy. “Finish the jobright now,” I ordered in no uncertain terms.
Tor got the hint, and in seconds, I was moaning into my shoulder again as my body convulsed. The orgasm was intense, and I needed several long seconds of deep breaths to come to my senses as Tor exited his position under my skirts, licking his lips suggestively before winking at me.
“I hope you had fun,” I said, fighting back a smile.
“I did,” he nodded. “I don’t need to ask you the same. I have the evidence.”
“Horndog,” I said affectionately, my body starting to come under my control by then.
He smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, it was drowned out by the massive crash from somewhere deeper in the house.
Our eyes met in shock.
Then the screams began.
Chapter Forty
Tor
“Time to go,” I said, taking her hand.
“Uh, we’re goingtowardthe screaming,” Mia pointed out.
She didn’t try to slow down or get me to stop. Instead, she hurried along as fast as her shoes would let her. Although they hadn’t been a focus for me while I was underneath her skirt, I’d seen enough to know her pace was more than respectful, given their heel.
“Yes, we are,” I said, turning her down the corner back to the ballroom.
“Can I ask why?”
“This is my home,” I said. “I will defend it.”
“But why am I coming with you? Shouldn’t I be running the other direction?”
“You could,” I said. “I won’t stop you.”
She kept coming.
“What is wrong with me? I’m not brave.”
“I think you might be braver than you think, my darling,” I rumbled, pulling open the door to the ballroom for her.
“Nope. A good little coward, that’s me,” she said. But she went inside anyway. “What’s going on? Why are people screaming?”
“That would be my sister. I would assume,” I said, making my way toward the main doors, which closed behind a pair of shifters from my clan who hurried through them, slamming them shut in their wake.
Mia came to a dead stop, yanking my arm back. “What did you say?” she hissed.
