Page 109 of Shadows of Light
She was almost to the end of the portal when giggles drifted to her through the darkness. Sahira frowned as the girlish laughter swirled around her.
She hadn’t expected that he’d been distracted from his mission by sex, but the laughter…? What was going on?
At first, it wasn’t Orin’s laughter, but then a deeper, more masculine chuckle reached her. That had to be him, but something was off here.
Orin was a selfish asshole, but he loved his family. So why, if everything was fine and he waslaughing,hadn’t he returned?
She almost turned around and went back. She didn’t want to walk in on him in bed with some woman, but her growing anger propelled her forward. After everything Cole and Lexi had been through, after they almostdied, all their worry forhim, and Brokk and Kaylia’s absence, Orin deserved to have his fun ruined.
Ready to kick his ass, Sahira stepped out of the portal and into a room with a large, opulent, king-sized bed. White sheets were tangled on the mattress, and sheer red gauze draped over the top of the posts.
In the middle of the bed lay Orin and three women. One woman straddled his face, another had her head between his legs, and the third rode his hand.
For a second, Sahira could only gawk at the hedonistic display. She knew the dark fae were insatiable, but this was… was….
She couldn’t think of the right word for it, and it didn’t help that though she was disgusted, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She’d never seen anything like it. There werethreewomen, but he must be satisfying them as two cried out in wild abandon.
Sahira blinked at the scene before reality returned, and she tore her eyes away. It took her a few seconds to form words as she tried to scrub her mind of everything she’d witnessed and what she was stilllisteningto.
She didn’t think that would ever be possible. This scene would haunt her until she died.
“What are youdoing?”
She instantly regretted the question. The answer was obvious.
The sounds of ecstasy stopped as gasps filled the room, but Orin’s low chuckle caused her to glance at him from the corner of her eye. She looked away again.
A hand slapped lightly against skin, and Sahira pictured him patting one of the women’s asses as he said, “Excuse me, ladies; I have some business to deal with.”
“Who is she?” one of them demanded.
“An old friend.”
“Hardly,” Sahira retorted.
Orin chuckled. “As you can see, she’s testy. So, please excuse us, ladies; this shouldn’t take long.”
They moaned in protest, but the mattress crinkled as the women climbed off the bed. “Don’t finish without me,” he instructed.
“We can’t make any promises,” one of them pouted.
“Then you’ll be punished.”
The women giggled, and Sahira rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny a part of her was… intrigued? What kind of punishment?
She tamped down any curiosity as fury and revulsion warred to the forefront. Lexi was on her deathbed the last time Orin saw her, yet here he was, acting like a disgusting pig.
That’s because heisa disgusting pig!She’d never doubted that, but she hadn’t realized she could think any less of Orin before coming here; she’d been wrong.
She wanted out of this room and away from this revolting man and these fawning idiots. And she hoped she never saw Orin again after this. He’d always been selfish, but this was a whole new level.
The man was infuriating! Sahira’s hands fisted as she imagined punching the arrogant smirk off his face. She couldn’t see him, but she knew it was still there.
The naked women giggled as they scurried past Sahira and out the door. Once the door closed behind them, Sahira chanced a glance at Orin.
He sat upright in bed, his hands behind his head and the sheet draped casually across his waist. The sheet obscured his dick but didn’t conceal the tent his erection created.
His pointed ears poked out through his disheveled black hair, and his black eyes glistened with amusement as they surveyed her. The ciphers across his upper chest and arms were on full display, and they shifted when the muscles in his arms flexed before relaxing again.
