Only he didn’t release his hold.
“You took a foolish risk.” A muscle ticked near his eye as he leaned down and got into her face, his voice deadly. “If you do that again, we will withhold orgasms from you until you learn your lesson.”
Morgan gasped in surprise, part of her flabbergasted by the threat, the other part of her outraged that they would even dare joke about taking her orgasms away.
“You can’t do that,” she sputtered.
She’d become addicted to them since meeting her mates.
Taking them away went against the mating code, right?
It was like a crime or something.
And if it wasn’t, it should be!
Atlas raised an imperious brow, and she suddenly wasn’t so sure.
Morgan narrowed her eyes, then hissed, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“We can and we will.” Atlas released her blade and nodded toward the others.
Morgan gazed at her mates, her eyes widening when each man nodded, their expressions grim…even Draven, though he wore a pained expression.
Morgan gulped and didn’t know if she was pissed or turned on by the challenge.
Then she tipped her head to the side and smiled sweetly at the guys. “Fine, but don’t think I didn’t notice you using yourself as bait to catch the gorgon. You heard her sneaking up on us probably sooner than I did, yet you didn’t say a word. No more being dickheads and going behind my back, or we’ll see how longyouguys last without orgasms.”
She felt more than a little smug when the guys shifted uncomfortably, Draven and Ryder appearing genuinely pained and slightly panicked at the threat.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“We need to move quickly. If the gorgon doesn’t report back soon, they will send someone to investigate.” Caedmon slid through the room like a ghost, not making a sound as he headed in the direction the gorgon had appeared.
Morgan hesitated a beat, then followed. “Do you know where we need to go?”
“The throne room. It’s the seat of power for the queen and located at the center of the castle.” Caedmon knelt and studied the ground, and her heart sank.
Going on a hunch, she stepped in his path. “You don’t know how to get to the throne room, do you?”
He peered up at her with determined yellow eyes. “Not yet.”
Morgan barely resisted throwing up her hands in frustration. When she turned away from him, it was in time to see Loki lifting his hind leg to pee on the statue of the gorgon. “Loki!”
The beast froze at being caught, his stream wilting to just a dribble. His eyebrows lifted comically, his eyes wide as he glanced around the room without blinking, looking for escape. Draven gave a bark of laughter, while the other men tried to keep a straight face.
Being a big doofus, Loki grinned and shot one last squirt of pee on the statue before he lowered his leg and trotted toward her with a pleased expression.
Hands on her hips, she gazed down at the dog in exasperation, trying to remain stern but failing miserably when the pup gazed up at her with soulful eyes. Then she cocked her head, recalling how Loki always seemed to be able to track her and the guys by scenting their magic. She crouched and scratched the beast behind his ear, and his tongue lolled out in ecstasy. “Hey, buddy, do you think you can use your nose and sniff out the source of magic in the castle?”
Loki gave an excited bark, practically prancing in spot, his tail lashing, his ears straight…until one slowly flopped forward to cover his eye adorably.
Morgan glanced at her mates, suddenly uncertain about sending the puppy into danger.
“We’ll be right behind him,” Kincade assured her. “We won’t let him out of our sight.”
The rest of the guys nodded solemnly, each of them just as attached to the big lug.
She rose to her feet, then forced herself to step to the side.
