“I want to buy you something with all of my money. What about pizza?”
“Now that you’re a multimillionaire, you can buy me something better than pizza.”
“Ice cream.”
Riley laughs. “A meal fit for a king.”
“Or even the lover of a god.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Riley
I wake when Kit kicks me in the face while stretching. Why she had to get so close to my face, I have no idea.
Her eyes are closed, so I can’t see anything, but it’s like Torin was just waiting for the moment I moved to descend upon me. His hands slide over my bare body as the AC that Mickey’s undead set up while we were running around whirrs to life. It’s so pleasant in here, even with Torin dragging my half-asleep body on top of his.
“I thought you were going to sleep for years,” he says, a hand on each of my ass cheeks. He gives them both a squeeze like he’s missed them or something.
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“How horrendous for me to have slept this long after all the hell we’ve been through and going to bed at like two or three in the morning by the time we had everyone set up,” I say as I close my eyes, prepared to sleep in a little longer, until Torin’s fingers travel between my cheeks.
My eyes snap open. “Where are your fingers going?”
“Just for a walk… oh no… they found a hidden cavern. They ache to explore.” He rubs a finger against my hole.
“Don’t be so ridiculous this early in the morning,” I mumble, which makes him chuckle as he draws his fingers back only to squeeze my ass cheeks and pull me up higher so he can kiss my forehead. “I kind of feel sore after being flung all round and nearly tossed to my death. How do you feel?”
“Like I could fuck you, run fifty laps around my realm, and then fuck you again,” he says. “I think having this many people here is invigorating me.”
“Get away from me, you weirdo,” I grumble, closing my eyes again.
Torin laughs and hugs me to him, not prepared to let go. He’s on a high and is prepared to make me suffer the consequences. I keep my eyes closed while I pat around for his hand. Once I find it, I push it up toward my shoulder.
“Scratch right there, I have an itch,” I order.
“Ah, I am now a scratching post for you?”
“A handsome one.”
He scratches it with finesse. What an easy sucker.
I sigh. “We should probably go like… be rulers of this realm or something, right? And help people? Because it’s very clear that Mickey’s still going to be asleep and Vero’s probably run off and annihilated another world while impatiently waiting for us.”
“All of that is quite likely,” he says, but his hands tighten around me, locking me in place. I can’t really hug him like this, but I still squeeze him and remain in his arms for another few minutes. Then I bite his shoulder and push off him.
“I’m going to bite you back.”
“No! You can’t!”
Torin grabs my waist, pulling me back and biting my side. It makes me laugh and squirm, which seems to encourage him into nibbling on me some more. I pin his head against my side thathe kisses. My fingers find his hair while he starts to kiss his way down.
“No, we’ll never leave the bed at this… oh fuck,” I mutter as he takes my cock into his mouth, and without any further struggle, I decide I can stay in bed for just a little while longer.
Once we finally make it downstairs, I’m shocked to find Mickey sitting at the small dining table inside the kitchen. His head is on the table while Vero stares at a notebook and taps his pen against it.
