“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He thrusts his hips forward, inarticulate praises leaving his lips, and then ropes of silky cum rain down my throat.
I try to swallow as much of it as I can, though a good amount runs down my chin and onto the bed.
Zaid pulls out of me with a muffled curse. His eyes are glazed with desire.
“Come for me, Thea,” Rafe whispers huskily, and I feel a burst of magic directly over my clit.
Pleasure hits me so hard, I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but cry out as I tumble head over heels off the steepest cliff side I’ve ever felt. My heart pounds, and emotions I can’t quite name bombard me from all directions. I shake and tremble, my legs giving out as I collapse onto my belly on the bed.
Rafe thrusts into me two more times, his fingers biting into the skin of my hips, and then he explodes as well. I can feel his warm cum deep inside of me and drizzling down my thighs.
I don’t really know what happens next. I’m too out of it—too consumed by pleasure—to think straight. One second, I’m lying on my belly, and the next, hands are carrying me to the center of the bed. Someone washes my chin, breasts, and pussy with a warm washcloth.
“You’re okay, my little bird,” a raspy voice coos, stroking my hair. “You’re okay.”
A warm body snuggles into me from the other side, wrapping an arm around me.
Zaid.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” he says.
“We’ll be here,” vows Rafe from my other side.
I try to think of something to say—anything that will express my gratitude and affection—but the words dry up. Instead, I curl up between the two of them and allow exhaustion to pull me away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
THEA
The entrance to the Underworld is in…an amusement park.
An abandoned one, to be exact, located about one hundred miles south of Chicago.
“I never knew this place existed,” I murmur, staring up at the dilapidated sign readingFrankie’s Fun Zone.
Krystian snorts from beside me. “You didn’t know a lot of places existed. Hell, you thought McDonald’s was an actual clown and not a fast-food restaurant until this morning.”
“Heisa clown,” I declare adamantly.
“The McDonald’s mascot may be a clown, but I don’t think that’s his name,” Krystian says.
I arch a brow. “You sure about that?”
He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. Finally, he concedes with a sigh, absently scratching at the back of his neck. “Okay, okay. Point taken.”
I fist pump the air, and he rolls his eyes at me.
“You’re such a dork.”
“So where exactly in this park are we going?” Everett asks, scowling.
He stands at the front of the group but turns to stare at us over his shoulder.
Zaid, who’s behind me, says, “The Hall of Mirrors. At least, that’s what Athena said.”
Apparently, Athena’s been texting Zaid. Yup, they’re texting buddies now. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Yes, I know Athena’s in love with dead men and Zaid has feelings for me, but still. The little green monster inside of me refuses to calm down.
The only thing that settles the beast is the reminder of what we got up to last night. A warm flush spreads through me at the memory of his cock in my mouth, his hands in my hair. He stared at me with nothing short of reverence, like I was the goddess he chose to worship, not Athena.
