into her eyes. “Tonight is a gift I will treasure forever. And I know Max will too. You’re amazing, Willa.”
His words were like a balm to her doubts, and she snuggled into him with a sigh. The broad head of Boone’s cock eased into her slit. She shifted her hips and he sank deeper. They both groaned and she felt Max’s heat blanketing her back. A second later, his thickness nudged at her rosebud. The oil and her steam-relaxed muscles aided his penetration, and she barely experienced any discomfort as his shaft lodged to the hilt in her ass.
She was stuffed to overflowing with cock. Her body trembled with the magnitude of it. The indescribable pleasure of it. “I…it’s…oh goddess.”
Boone leaned back on his elbows and pumped his hips in slow countermotion to Max’s strokes. The friction of their dueling cocks soon had her gasping and mewling, clutching Boone like an anchor in the tempest of their pleasurable torture. His eyes were locked on her, filled with a fierce, inner heat. She imagined the same look on Max’s face as he pounded into her from behind.
As if he’d plugged into her thoughts, Max leaned down and kissed the side of her neck while he shafted her ass with deep thrusts. “Come for us, baby.”
It was all the invitation she needed. The orgasm exploded inside her and she cried out, her body alive with the fiercest pleasure she’d ever known. Max’s responding shout when he joined her in release plunged her deeper into the ecstasy zone.
Something shifted within her, like a door opening, and everything came crashing back like a tidal wave of images pummeling her brain. Tears streaming down her face as she clung to Aurele, the older woman’s footsteps pounding on the palace’s stone floor. Shouts and screams melting into the darkness as she and Aurele escaped through the portal. Waves all around her while an odd light strobed in the distance.
“The lighthouse.”
She didn’t realize she’d blurted the words until she snapped to and met Boone’s crooked grin.
“Not usually something a woman yells at climax.”
“I remember going there, after Aurele and I escaped.”
Max’s fingers tightened around her waist. His cock slipped free, and he leaned sideways to stare at her. “Your memories are back?”
“Only some of them.”
“Wait…lighthouse?” His eyebrows knitting, Boone glanced toward Max. “Didn’t we find her car at the Tybee Light Station? That’s kind of a weird coincidence.”
Max remained quiet for a moment, his expression hinting at how deep in thought he was. It occurred to Willa how incredibly weird it was talking about this when seconds ago the three of them had been boinking their brains out. She was on the verge of pointing that out when Max broke from his concentration and stared at her. “You said you could hear the leviathan calling your name. Was it before or after you arrived at the lighthouse?”
“I’m not completely certain. That part hasn’t fully come back to me.” She tried to focus. “After, maybe?”
“Then that means something else led you to the lighthouse.” Excitement threaded through Max’s voice. “Something wanted you to go there.”
The ramification of what he was implying slammed into her. “You think Aurele hid the trident at the lighthouse?”
“There’s only one way to find out.” He lifted her from Boone’s lap. His face displayed a mix of hope and firm resolution. “We need to return to Tybee. Tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Harrison hissed between his teeth, his patience wearing thin as Kragos failed for the hundredth time to break past the block barricading Aurele Telluride’s memory. “You aren’t trying hard enough.”
His normally black eyes filled with a red rage, Kragos strained against the ropes securing him to the chair across from Aurele’s. In truth, the leviathan’s murderous expression—combined with his considerable strength—would have concerned Harrison. The syringe filled with toxic sea-anemone venom that Harrison wedged warningly into Kragos’s neck gave Harrison an edge in keeping the soul collector in line. There weren’t many things capable of killing a leviathan, particularly when not in its true form, but the venom was one. Fortunately he’d been able to get his tentacles on enough of the toxin to take care of Kragos and the rest of the leviathans as soon as their usefulness was over.
“I’m going to enjoy ripping your intestines out, boy.”
“Keep feeding yourself that pipe dream.” Digging his talons into Kragos’s scalp, Harrison depressed the plunger a fraction, releasing a small amount of the venom—just enough to make Kragos writhe in agony.
A trilling laugh rolled from the duchess,