“Mine,” he chanted over and over like a prayer.
He held back, still not claiming me as his mate, but fuck, he claimed my body. For the moment, I didn’t care, lost in a delirious haze of pleasure.
His thick cock hit the right spot. “Yes, Daddy. Right there.”
My encouragement prompted his ibis spurs to flare out and brush the entirety of my walls and I groaned, throwing my head back.
“Fuck, Daddy. That’s so good.”
Castor was so worked up he wasn’t going to last the way he slammed into me fast and furious, a man on a fucking mission. “Look at me, Sorceress.”
I met his maple gaze, blazing and hungry. “I’m close.”
“Come all over my cock, baby,” he commanded, and that was it. Lost in space, floating amid the heavens.
When I came back, Castor stroked the sides of my face. “Let me get you cleaned up, Sorceress.” He pulled his dick out of me, grabbed a few tissues and wiped my release from him. Then he snatched a fresh bunch of tissues and did the same to clean me off.
Slade barreled inside, slamming the glass door behind him. “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing? There’s a party outside.”
“Jealous that you didn’t get a taste?” Castor popped his finger in his mouth, sucking it, smiling like he sucked the sweetest lollipop.
Fuck. Ammunition.
I slid off the counter and went to calm my fiery man before he burned the kitchen to ash. “We just had some fun, Mr. Vincent.”
“Fun without me.” Slade didn’t like to be left out of the kink and games. “Get the fuck outside, asshole.”
Castor smirked, collecting one of the salads and some ingredients, and taking it outside. “You taste perfect.” Daddy just couldn’t help himself on his way out.
I shook my head as he set the food on the table and got Zethan to commandeer the barbeque for Slade.
Slade spanked my behind hard enough to show me I was in trouble for leaving him out. “Get your ass outside and sit on my lap. I’m gonna get vengeance on your pussy and make you come three times and thrice as hard.”
CHAPTER3
Aaliyah
Slade wasa man of his word, making me almost pass out by the third time I came. Fuck. I sat on his lap, trying not to make a sound or move any facial muscles while he pleasured my electrified bundle of nerves.
Five guests sat at the table, drinking, chatting, and eating. Kinky shit went down at most biker parties, where there was an unspoken code for attendees to mind their own business. Honestly, with the kids around, this was pretty tame, with everyone on their best behavior. At adults-only parties, though, that was a whole other world, and things got pretty wild. Couples or bikers and their sweet butts getting it on in the open.
Slade, the damn devil, teased out the last of my orgasm, wringing out a smaller one by slowing the glide of his fingertip. By now I was used to this.
What made me more uncomfortable was the prospect of explaining to any of the club members or their other halves why the four of them were my boyfriends. Luckily, that conversation got cleared up with their previous mate. Sure, some probably raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t give a shit.
Zethan speared meat on the barbeque with a knife, frustration flaring on the bond, and I felt bad that he couldn’t share this with me.
Just to prove a point, afterward Slade brushed his palm along my thigh, inching up under my dress until I smacked his hand and he chuckled.
“No more.” I bit the shell of his ear.
My cheeky devil always straddled the line of wicked. Couldn’t help himself when he represented the naughty god of the pantheon. The misrepresented one, who everyone blamed for killing Osiris, when in fact, Osiris couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and had an affair with Set’s wife. Tension that still warred between the gods and their avatars.
Slade licked the shell of my ear. “I would ask if you were enjoying yourself, but I already know the answer, don’t I, sugar?”
“Stop it, you devil.” I tickled the inside of his wrist, one of few soft spots on his body.
“Keep calling me that,” he growled, crushing me tighter on his lap, his possessive hands owning every inch of bare skin on my back. “I love it.”
