Zaid and Everett step back as I move towards the portal.
“Adíos,” I say, saluting them.
Then I step through the portal…directly into an orgy.
Revulsion crinkles my nose as I take in the numerous writhing, moaning bodies.
Rafe appears directly behind me, and the portal snaps shut.
“Disgusting,” Rafe murmurs, though his voice doesn’t change inflection, remaining completely impassive.
Nobody bats an eye at the portal or our sudden arrival. I imagine we’re not the first supernaturals to arrive here.
“This way,” I tell Rafe, moving carefully through the bodies.
In front of me, a vampire is getting her tits sucked by a human and a fairy. A shifter fucks her from behind as she moans and cries. Next to them, a warlock sucks the cock of a werewolf.
“Krys.” The vampire reaches for me, her nails digging into my arm. “Come join.”
At one point, I might’ve taken her up on the offer, but that was before.
“No thanks, darling.” I offer her a tight smile. “I’m a taken man.”
Her lips purse in an exaggerated pout. “I don’t see anyone else here.”
Her manicured finger trails down my bicep.
“Hands off,” Rafe growls, grabbing her wrist.
She sucks in a sharp gasp, pain flaring in her eyes. Rafe stares at her silently, and though I can’t read his expression, whatever the vampire sees makes her skitter away, her metaphorical tail between her legs.
“She’s lucky she didn’t touch me,” Rafe says darkly, continuing his way through the throng of naked bodies.
At that exact moment, a warlock reaches for Rafe desperately.
Rafe breaks the man’s fingers, though his screams are lost in the cries of pleasure.
I smirk at the bloodthirsty psycho.
“I like the way you work,” I tell him.
“He touched what doesn’t belong to him,” Rafe says seriously.
I suppose I’m not the only one completely under Thea’s spell.
In the distance, I hear Aphrodite moan and then cry out. We turn to see the goddess surrounded by five men and three women, all naked and touching her and caressing her. Aphrodite pulls one of the women into a kiss, fondling her breasts, while one of the men kisses up and down her neck.
“She’s distracted.” I pull my gaze away, feeling bored and desperate to return to Thea.
I want to crawl into bed and wrap my arms around her before she wakes up.
The two of us take the elevator up to the penthouse—the same one we just left.
There are two guards stationed there, but we dispatch them within seconds.
“Search everywhere,” I instruct Rafe, already moving towards the bed—and doing my damndest to ignore the crusty condoms, lacy bras, and wet strap-ons littering the surface.
Between the two of us, we open every drawer, check under every surface, sift through every article of clothing, study every sex toy for clues.
