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“Of course she has my support!” Aegir sneered, cutting enough that I parted my lashes to find him showing teeth.
Yet, it was Boreal, voice rich with dissatisfaction, who dissented. “I hate you as much as I envy you in this moment, Cyderial. You have my support, but in flaunting this before me, you have lost my friendship.”
“I do not need your friendship. I need to remind you of your place.” Unfriendly, unkind, and aggressive, the male at my back bristled. “You may hear her song in this moment, butthis one is mine. Lorieyn wasalwaysmine. She was mine all the years of her life. Mine when I lied to you about abandoning my search for a mate. Mine when I heard your sorrows and pretended they were my own.” The sharper edges of Cyderial’s voice softened. “Keep your friendship. I betrayed your trust. But you would have done the same were the roles reversed. Just as you would do anything for the daughter I will help her nestle in her womb.”
“Anything,” General Boreal agreed, but he stared with as much unhappiness as any male might now.
Parting my eyes to look upon the men was like trying to stare into the sun, but I needed reassurance. “Promise me next that each of you will keep her safe.”
Because that terrible fear could not be quashed, even by my growing fever.
All three vehemently gave their word with such authority, supremacy, and command that my lingering fear drifted away.
Daring a step nearer, practically buzzing, Murdoch thought to reach out and touch the swell of my belly.
It was Aegir who threw him back, grabbing the sinewy, dangerous man by the stuff of his coat and chucking him into the empty tables.
As they began to brawl, something inside me began fluttering, pulsating, the twinge driving me to tiptoe as I bore down on the plug. Panting, utterly distracted, I hardly noticed the snarling men, nor appreciated how it was an agitated General Boreal who urged Cyderial to carry me off. Who had retracted his friendship from my mate yet saw to my care before falling victim to his baser urges.
Gravity vanished, strong arms gathering me up to steal me away. Wrapping myself around my mate’s neck I found his scent delightful, offering a low, pretty hum from my breast so he might paint the air with more sweetness.
I gave that salty strip of flesh an eager lick. One taste of him and my insides fought wildly against the plug, shameless in their grinding squeeze.
It almost felt like climax, except it hurt.
And my whimper let him know.
Insides seizing, sweat on my brow, I tucked my face into Cyderial neck and whined, “Please, take me home.”
His driver had the vehicle ready, door open, so Cyderial might get me inside and out of the light. Almost immediately, we were in the air.
Nose to my skin, my hair, at my ear, scenting my throat, my mate was caught in his own fever. Encouraging whatever he found with a loud, thumping drum.
His sounds poured into me like a balm, so similar to the noise he battered against my senses the night I had been stolen and opened—insistent, visceral, pulsing through my bones in a way that made the discomfort turn into liquid pleasure.
Yet I grew more irritated with each passing minute.
There were unknown things Ineeded, but they were not within reach.
His car was not an appropriate place to do important work.
Thoughts growing fuzzy, skin burning, I tried to puzzle out my temper, barking at him to stop pawing me, all while rubbing against him like a vorec in heat.
Feverish, muddled, and growing exponentially more aggressive as the minutes wore on, I may have done some serious damage to the interior of his car.
Petulant, I didn’t want to be in a hover vehicle—the interior too hot and the remnant ribbons of my clothing too constricting. Had my belly not been hugely full already, I would have thought heat had come.
I starved.
“Comfort me.” The whine came out as if from another woman’s mouth, sulky, sullen, and very, very enticing.
Yet the tiniest flash of humiliation was enough to snap me out of my stupor. I found myself straddling and rubbing up against a very aroused male, whose clothing I had shredded beyond repair.
I may have been sexually forward with him in private, but never in this manner and never with such violence.
Yet, Cyderial was more than happy to keep nuzzling me, his lips at my ear. “You’re entering estrous, the condition necessary to awaken a child. It will compel you, drive you to construct a nest, and then you will demand that I fuck you, often. Be as vicious as you wish. There is nothing to be frightened of, my love. Hurt me as much as you want to. Tell me what you need.”
It was obvious what I needed, yet he continued to remove my hand from the pulsating swell contained in his trousers.
