Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [99]
His own hand was coated in her juices, and she was rocking too, and she gasped when he slipped another finger inside her tight opening. Damn, she’d feel good around his cock, and he imagined that they were horizontal on a mattress instead of against a wall engaging in heavy petting.
The fabric of her underwear and sweats hindered his hand, and with a growl, he ripped the satin panties away, leaving the slightly looser sweats still hanging from her hips. He could deal, he supposed. Especially because she was panting now, riding his hand, and he was right there with her, walking the fine line between pleasure and frustration. All it would take to push him over the edge would be her thumb over the head… ah, yes. She’d read his mind. The light stroke ignited him, and at the same time, her cries rang out and the scent of her lust clouded his bralouontin. The climax crashed over him, and he rode the waves as he worked her, and when she peaked again, so did he.
Balls pulsing, he pumped his hips, releasing another hot flow. So… good. So… damned… good…
Outside, the wind howled against the window, bringing him back into focus as his climax waned. His legs were rubbery, and he thought that maybe the only thing holding him up was the wall and her arm around his waist.
Their labored breaths were the only sound in the room until she nipped his earlobe and whispered, “Let’s move to the bedroom to finish this.”
Finish? His cock sprang to life again, taking her words to heart. A thread of admiration for her stamina crept up on him, but at the same time, so did bitterness she didn’t deserve, but that she was going to bear the brunt of nevertheless.
He pushed away from her and tugged up his pants. “We are finished,” he said gruffly.
Confusion flashed in her eyes as she awkwardly adjusted her sweats and wiped her hand on a towel. “I don’t understand.”
“Let me make it easy for you.” He got up in her face so he’d be nice and clear. “This was a mistake. It won’t happen again. I’m not available, Regan. We’ll work together, but know that I’m counting the days until you’re out of my home and out of my life.”
He steeled himself against the hurt on her face, spun on his heel, and stalked out of the gym.
Twenty-four
Ares took the wedding news a lot better than Thanatos did. Ares merely looked contemplative as he lounged on his sofa with Cara and a sheltie-sized, newborn hellhound pup next to him, a baby Ramreel hopping around their feet playing climb-the-mountain on the hellhound lying on the floor. Arik had seen a lot of strange stuff in his life, but the domestic scene that involved baby goat demons and hellhounds was fucked up with a capital F.
Also unsettling was the way Thanatos’s shadows flickered around him as he stared at Arik and Limos after they’d spilled the news. Arik had hoped the guy would still be at Underworld General so they could talk to the more level-headed Ares alone, but no such luck. Thanatos was healed of Pestilence’s attempt at a lobotomy and was as asshole-ish as ever.
“Married.” Than’s fists clenched and unclenched, and Arik was pretty sure he was envisioning Arik’s neck in them. “Limos, you do realize that by breaking your contract with Satan, you could piss off the one being in the underworld who can imprison you? Possibly even destroy you?”
“He won’t do that,” she said, taking Arik’s hand as they sat on the couch across from Ares and Cara. “There’s nothing Satan has ever wanted more than to see hell on earth, and destroying me would screw up a lot of apocalyptic prophecies. Prophecies that favor us as his champions during Armageddon.”
“It’s a good plan,” Ares said, and Arik held his breath in anticipation for Than’s reaction. On the way over here, Limos said that generally, if Ares saw the value of a strategy, Than fell into step.
Fortunately, she was right, and the shadows surrounding Than melted out of sight. Still, his voice