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“Me too,” Rayne added. “Shame we don’t have time to explore it now.”
He gave a final squeeze of my erection before tucking me back into my pants. I cursed my initiative because now I had to walk around with a fucking hard on.
Rafe was smiling at me, enjoying my obvious discomfort. “Serves you right for laughing at me.”
“Come on,” Rayne said as he pulled me to my feet. I could still feel the cum drying on my chest, but part of me liked knowing it was there. Liked feeling it cracking against my skin as I moved. It felt like a brand, like they’d marked me.
Rayne pulled me to him and placed a tender kiss against my lips. “Thank you for not running from me.”
“I told you,” I said against his mouth, “I’m in this forever. There’s nothing you could do that would make me run away.”
“Still, I—”
I kissed him again to stop him talking. “Stop it. Yes, you broke my ribs, yes, you bit me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I broke your ribs?” Rayne said, the colour draining from his face.
“Just a few, but it’s okay, I bit you and your blood healed me. Call it quid pro quo.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he said as he wrapped me in a fierce hug.
“Hey,” I said, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “You were under the affects of a potion. You didn’t know what you were doing and I’m not that fragile. I’m probably less breakable than you are.”
Rayne growled by my ear. “Don’t say things like that.”
I pulled back and looked at the pair of them, their blue eyes suddenly bright with hidden promises. “Why?”
“Because we might put your limits to the test,” Rafe said, his voice a rumble that I felt all the way to my toes.
I leant closer and dropped my voice to a whisper. “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Roux
Wherewerethey?Whathad happened to make Rayne act like that?
“Roux?” Atticus’ voice was hesitant.
“I’m here.” I’d found a room with an open doorway to hide away in whilst I pulled myself together. I hoped Rayne was alright. The look in his eyes as Rafe pinned him to the ground would be burned in my mind forever. I’d never seen him look so wild and desperate. For me. And while I loved that I finally knew what his lips tasted like, I hated that it was clearly because he’d been under some kind of magic. It was the only explanation I could think of for why Rayne was suddenly acting so unusually.
Atticus stepped up and folded me into his arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just worried about Rayne.”
“He’ll be fine,” Thane said confidently as he leant against the wall behind him. “I’m more concerned about how many more booby traps Prometheus has left before we reach his office.”
“You think there’s more?” I asked.
Thane nodded and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Possibly. His favourite thing is playing with people. He likes to poke and prod them, pushing them until they snap.”
“Well, it’s probably a good thing that magic doesn’t affect the dead,” I said. Magic could only work on those with a heartbeat, and since the three of us were already dead or, in Thane’s case Death itself, I was betting we were safe from whatever other potions Prometheus might have stashed on his way to his office.
“I wouldn’t count on magic being the only defence,” Thane mused as he stepped towards the bookcase, no doubt enjoying the other God’s organisational skills. His fingers trailed over the neatly placed leather spines but stopped when there was an unmistakable, large click.
“Um, that sounded ominous.” I stepped away from Atticus and wandered further into the room. It was an open space with a few chairs, a low table and there was a small kitchen on the opposite side to the bookshelf.
I took another step forward and the floor gave way beneath my feet, plummeting me into instant darkness.
