Valan Playboys (9 page)

“Get over it. I have.” King Balar groaned sharply, pressing deep into me. “Like I said, this night isn’t ever talked about.”

King Jerome shuddered once more as King Balar pulled his hips back, gliding out of me to shove deep inside, then he nodded jerkily. Dark hooded eyes opened, lifting to mine, holding my gaze as he slammed his hips up against me brutally at King Balar’s retreat, my gasp a moan, as he growled quietly, “
Keep your mouth shut about this, Lana.”

I couldn’t scowl, but I did gasp, “I have no reason to tell anyone, and I won’t even if it’s brought up.” A gentle shake of my head. “One asshole is already currently taken. We don’t need another right now.”

His eyes narrowed for the barest moment, his teeth clenching, but he soon pulled his hips back in counter to King Balar’s hips. I shouted heavily, arching hard as their pace sped up, their hips slamming flush against me, their cocks pistoning rapidly, filling me past a point of pleasure, like none I had ever known. Their own guttural shouts of pleasure filled the air while they held me steady, my body trembling fiercely between them. Our sensual powers heightening inside the confines of my bedroom, the almost red turned into licking flames of desire rubbing against us, the eerily swaying sensual Warlock power manifested into a silver mist swirling around us, kissing our skin, just as the lightning crashed around us, zapping with craving.

My fingers digging down into the mattress above King Jerome’s shoulders, I screamed in pleasure as they went even faster, pounding into me, our bodies coated in sweet sweat, the walls around us literally trembling with our combined powers. The lightning outside burst heavily, their pace relentless, hammering furiously, driving into me repeatedly, their groans and bellows resonating heavily in the air, emanating deeply from within their chests. My body tightened, and I choked on it, sucking in a harsh breath when King Jerome continued to rub his pelvis against my clit.

I tipped over the edge hard.

Screaming on a gasp, I jerked violently between them, my mind exploding in pleasure just as the window blew out from inside the room, shattering loudly. King Jerome’s hand shot out, his power flaring, breathlessly muttering under his breath, and the glass suddenly retracted, flying back to the window, whole again. I shuddered between them, my body in a cocoon of heated pleasure, floating in eternal bliss, barely holding myself up as their thrusts became unhinged, slamming into me mercilessly, pushing toward their own completion.

Bellowing savagely behind me, King Balar shoved so deep inside me, I couldn’t breathe as he jerked hard behind me. The flames licking us, leaping further into the air, just as King Jerome shouted a dirty curse and slammed his hip flush against mine, his head arching back under me as he shouted.

Both deeply imbedded within me, I choked in pleasure. With the sensual mist swirling ruthlessly around us, both trembled against me, their cocks pumping deep inside me, their grips bruising as I went limp between them, falling like dead weight on top of King Jerome’s shuddering frame, my face tucked against his damp neck.

Panting hard, I grunted as King Balar fell on top of me, his face planting into the pillow next to King Jerome’s head, groaning quietly in exhausted, sated pleasure.

King Jerome’s chest heaved heavily beneath mine. Grunted.

I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.

Really, I didn’t think I could speak, either.

I simply made a sound deep in my throat in agreement.

My eyes shut, and only few beats later, I went under into hazy, content sleep…only for my eyes to shoot open a few minutes later, feeling King Balar’s hands gliding up my back slowly, his lips on my neck.

His deep tenor rumbled softly, “Awake now?”

I chuckled tiredly, the sweat on my body only just drying.

“Give me a damn moment before you start again,” King Jerome grumbled on a pant, his shoulders wiggling stiffly. “I can’t breathe with you lying on top of her this long.”

My lips curved softly. “No fighting.”

“We’re not fighting tonight,” King Balar hummed quietly, lifting his weight off my back, his lips still on my neck, his curls tickling my cheek, irritating King Jerome, who lifted a hand swatting at it as it brushed his nose. “Ready for more, Lana?”

“You need a damn haircut,” King Jerome griped, batting at the hair again. But he tipped his head to the side, peering down into my lazy, sated eyes, his lips curving, his tone quieting. “Think you can handle more?”

My giggle was sated, but I could always handle more of what had just happened, being beyond pleasure. “Most definitely.”

King Balar nipped my neck. “That’s a good Valkyrie.” A paused beat. “Do try not to blow the window out this time.”

Yawning behind my fist, I rested at my usual breakfast table.

I sat alone.

It didn’t entirely surprise me. The way both had shot out of my bedroom this morning, utterly silent had been enough of an indication of how this day was going to go. Quite possibly for the rest of the two-week convention. Cracking my back as I added vodka to my orange juice, I was fairly sure I was sated enough to last a year anyway, both of them keeping me up all night, seriously, getting utterly no sleep, except for a catnap here and there. I tied the black scarf a little tighter around my throat, it hiding multiple hickeys and bite marks. I absently pulled my cellphone from my jacket pocket, kicking my boots up onto the empty chair across from me, and started checking my messages while I munched on sausage.

Not even entirely sure how it happened, my eyes flew open when I felt a constant poking on my shoulder. Lifting my head from the table, a half-eaten sausage still in one hand and my cellphone in the other, I blinked rapidly until I jerked upright on my chair, shaking my head viciously to slap the awareness back into me. My gaze flicked up, and I found myself staring into honeyed eyes.

A golden brow lifted, and Callie murmured quietly, “King Haven brought to my attention your head had hit the table fairly hard.” Her lips twitched. “It’s probably best to stay awake when in public with so many around.”

“That was very kind of him,” I muttered through a stifled yawn, shoving the sausage in my mouth, chewing rapidly, trying to wake myself further. “Won’t happen again.”

She nodded once, eyeing me. “Who was he?”

I shook my head, shoving waffles into it. “Stay out of it.”

Evaluating me, her head tipped to the side. “For now.”

Stepping inside my bedroom, flipping the light on as I yawned, my eyes blurry in tiredness from an extremely long day, I shut and locked the door behind. “For two men who have gone out of their way to avoid me today, you have an uncanny way of saying hello.”

Lying on my couch, arm crooked over his face, King Balar grumbled grouchily, “I’m not in the mood for bitching women.” His fingers flicked irritably. “Turn the light back off.”

King Jerome merely grunted, his head resting on his folded arms on top of my table.

I ground my teeth together. “You thieve into my room, and then have the audacity to tell me to quit bitching?” My voice was a bit shrill in my own delirium. Shaking my hands in the air, I shouted, “I’m going to take a shower. Then I’m going to bed. Where nothing is happening tonight because I need some damn sleep, so both of you can get the hell out.” I left the light on and marched a bit crookedly to my bedroom, slamming the door closed behind me. I dumped the junk out of my pockets onto a nightstand by the bed before heading straight for my shower where I proceeded to take a half hour long, scalding shower.

Towels wrapped around my hair and body, I exited my bathroom, coming to a stop. Growling quietly under my breath, I eyed the two Kings lying on either side of the bed from each other, who were wearing damn pajama bottoms and both passed the hell out, even snoring softly in their slumber. Shaking my fists at them, I debated my options, ending up deciding it would be more of a pain to make them leave than to allow them to stay. Quickly changing, I set the alarm, then shut the light off and climbed into bed. I was pretty sure I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

Groaning quietly when the alarm went off, I instantly sighed happily when it stopped, and snuggled further into the warmth I was wrapped in, their bodies heavy and solid on either side of me. Between the land of consciousness I waded, utterly peaceful in the silence. Until the damn alarm went back off. Growling irritably, I lifted a hand, powered up, and sent a bolt in the general direction of the alarm. It stopped. Another content sigh escaped me as my hand dropped back down, snuggling further.

Behind me, King Jerome’s body vibrated, his voice sleep filled and amused. “You’re going to need another alarm.” He froze against me, sniffing the air.

King Balar snickered. “And a lamp. It’s currently on fire.”

Blinking once, I shot up to sit straight in bed, my eyes growing enormous on my face. I pointed a wagging finger, shrieking, “
Fire!
”

“I already said that,” King Balar grumbled crossly, then merely flicked a finger from where he still lay. With a pulse of Demon power, the flames whipped into one solid point, then disappeared, along with the smoke filtering in the air. Although, my lamp was ruined and my wall had a large black streak aiming upward. He patted the bed. “I’m getting cold. Lie back down.”

I fell back to stare at the ceiling. “You don’t get cold.” Demon. Enough said.

Quiet hovered, and then King Jerome cleared his throat, leaned up on one arm in the early morning light. His muscled chest and arms flexed while he dipped over me, placing the softest kiss on my lips, an overly chaste touch, sweet, before he lifted his head, tilting it to stare straight at King Balar, his tone quiet. “We need to talk.” He flicked a finger at the bedroom door. “In private.”

King Balar’s brows lifted a smidge, not muttering a word, but his hand shot out, knocking King Jerome unexpectedly, making him fall back on the bed. He lifted fluidly, pressing his lips against mine, hovering butterfly soft against them before pressing a stroke harder, also extremely chaste. He rolled out of bed a tick later, staring down at King Jerome’s quietly scowling face. “You want to talk? Let’s talk. I agree it’s needed.” He marched straight to the door, his bare back muscles flexing with each stalking footfall. “Now.”

Growling quietly, King Jerome swung out of bed and prowled after him, slamming my bedroom door closed behind them, his tone instantly heard—he was pissed, but his voice was muffled, unable to hear his words, the farther away they travelled from the door.

Rolling my eyes, I stretched grandly, snorting softly when I heard both of their voices heighten in fury, becoming louder and fiercer. Crawling out of bed, I ignored their arguing, more than thrilled they had, at least, taken it away from me, and hopped back into the shower for a quick wake-me-up jolt of cold spray, getting ready in a hurry. When I exited my bathroom and bedroom, they were nowhere to be found in my quarters.

They had just left without a word. Damn the playboys.