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He grabbed me under the arms, pulling me to my feet, and cupped my chin, his thumb running over my lower lip.

And then the light brightened out of doors. I’d stayed in his house long enough to know what that meant.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hurriedly putting his clothes back into place.

Someone was on the bridge, approaching the house.

Oh, gods!

I hurried out of the room, but I tilted my head towards the stairs.

“I’d better get up there.” I hadn’t even showered or brushed my teeth, and I’d just had his cock in my mouth.

He nodded, his eyes following my progress to the stairs. “Later, then.”

It sounded like a promise.

38

LUCIAN

Iwas fond of the half-dragon most of the time, but his timing warranted lifelong enmity.

He talked a lot, and I comprehended about a word out of three, my mind still fixed on the way Kleos’s tongue flicked around the tip of my cock, and the way she sucked it, drawing me in. She let me fuck her face. There was no other word for the way I’d held her as I thrust deep into her throat.

She didn’t have much of a gag reflex. I wondered how she’d trained her throat to take on this much. I needed a list of every man whose cock had entered any of her orifices. I’d murder them all. I’d take my time and enjoy every second of it.

Mine, mine, mine.

Except she wasn’t, was she?

I always knew she’d be open to sex. First, she was a witch: we were all a lot more open about fucking than mortals. Sex was part of life, and a necessity for the overall wellbeing of most paranormal creatures. Witches and sorcerers weren’t as sex-crazed as shifters or vampires, but I’d never met a single one of us who was a prude. And I knew how I looked. But blowing my soul through my dick didn’t mean she was open to anything more.

“—today. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, I say,” Gideon concluded.

Yeah, no clue what he was talking about. “I beg your pardon?”

Ever so sorry, I was thinking about shoving my cock into your cousin’s mouth.

Easygoing as usual, he repeated himself. “Let’s get this done now. That way, I can write a report on Monday. If it’s forbidden, well, they can’t exactly stop us, can they?”

“Wise.” No wonder he was a man after my own heart. “I’ll only need a moment. Feel free to help yourself to some tea, or tag along.”

“Is that brandy?” he asked, walking into the drawing room.

Apparently, Kleos and I weren’t the only one in need of alcohol this morning.

The pool where Kleos and I drained ourselves of excess energy was in the atrium in the main gallery—a vast hall meant for entertainment. Neither Cassius or I were the kind of people to have guests, so we never used it for anything else.

Back in the day, when he used to be social, Cassius held his bacchanals right here. Now, the narrow and long Olympic-size pool, falling into a waterfall on the other side of the manor, and draining into the river underneath the bridge, was so full of magic it would have either changed or killed most people upon contact. Of course, it was mostly my magic—and Kleos’s, which was in no way harmful—so I was immune to it.

I brought my palm to the cool water and took in tendrils of dark red mist, swimming with golden threads that felt like sea and summer. Kleos’s felt different from mine. But powerful.

Sopowerful.

I opted to get changed into something a little more casual—I drew enough attention without the bling.

By the time I returned to the drawing room, Kleos had joined her cousin, dressed in the same cream pants, but a red top that showed off her neck and collarbones.