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We’re moving again, his cock still inside me as I ride out every wave of my orgasm. My back hits the grass as his hand presses against the side of my face, holding me in place as he fucks me with a ferocity I didn’t think was possible.
I know the moment he comes, and even though I can feel him pulse between my legs, it’s the almighty roar that burns from his lungs that confirms it.
His hold on me slackens, but the punishing thrusts of his cock take longer to wane. I blink up at him, aware of the dirt pressed against the side of my face from his hold, and I grin. The uncertainty and doubt in his eyes are immediate, and I shake my head, desperate to dispel it.
“Thank you,” I croak, not sure which part I’m most thankful for. The fact that he was open with me, the fact that he shared, or the fact that he used me just as I had imagined. All of it. I’m thankful for all of it in equal measure.
His thumb strokes over my cheek, his eyes swirling with words he doesn’t know how to process, but they’re left unspoken when a voice sounds from behind us.
“That was great and all, but we’re going to be late for the meeting.”
TWENTY-FOUR
RAVEN
My fingers are intertwined with Creed’s, his scent still enveloping me as we take the steps leading down to where the rest of the Nightmares Guild gathers. I would have rather stayed at the house, continuing to get lost in my men, but it seems there are more pressing matters than stacking up my orgasms for the day.
I can’t seem to shake the unnerving sense of dread that clings to me. There haven’t been any meetings called since Erikel pulled us all out to the cave system at Ashdale, and now, all of a sudden, the guys come back and they’re summoning us to meet.
Brax leads the way, his frame seeming wider than usual as he trudges down the stairs, making the few lingering people hurry out of his way. Zane and Eldon keep a step behind us in the narrow hallway until we enter the open space, the golden table a beacon in the center of the room.
Does it hold any more truths that are yet to be told?
Maybe we should consider sneaking back in here again when no one else is around. Maybe I should make it come to life with everyone in here so they all know what we know, too. But that would just reveal the upper hand we have, and I’m not ready for Burton to be clued in yet.
I spot Leila immediately, looking up at Grave with a softness reserved for someone you have feelings for, and my gut clenches. She’s either blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurk with that guy, or she loves him despite it all. I’m praying it’s not the latter because I really don’t want to add her to my growing list of enemies. I need to learn the truth before I pass judgment again. She doesn’t deserve that. Not if she’s completely unaware of what she’s tangled up in.
“We need to keep our distance,” Brax grumbles, slowing to a stop before reaching Leila. I see the crinkle around her eyes, confusion getting the better of her.
Shaking my head, I tighten my hold on Creed’s hand and continue past the grumpy gargoyle, but not without murmuring to him first. “We also need to make sure we don’t act so obvious about it.”
He grunts, but a second later his back is in front of me, coming to a stop closer to my friend, but he doesn’t acknowledge either of them.
I fight back the eye roll, aware his intentions are good, but his execution leaves a lot to be desired.
“Hey, you guys okay?” Leila asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, you?”
“I’m okay,” she breathes, a softness to her eyes that only solidifies to me that she’s as pure as she was the day I met her.
We fall into a comfortable silence as the crowd grows around us, and I listen in on their conversations, intrigued to note that they seem just as suspicious and confused as I do.
“Why are we even here? All our missions and tasks drew to a halt the day Erikel arrived. We were supposed to stand for something more, yet we’re being led to follow under the enemy’s orders. Where’s the rebellion in that? Where’s the burning need and fight to take on the dangers that threaten our realm?”
I peer at the guy, trying not to draw attention to the fact that he has piqued my interest, and I notice it’s one of the fourth years.
“I know what you mean. What use has Burton been? I was almost certain he had found a way out for himself and left the rest of us to rot,” his friend retorts. “Especially since Fitch is hanging off Erikel’s every word,” he adds, and my gaze shifts to Leila, but she seems lost in a quiet conversation with Grave.
As I turn back to the fourth year, the room falls quiet, and the source of that becomes clear a second later when Burton appears. I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen him. Technically, I saw him earlier, but not in this skin.
It’s strange to say, to believe the extent of the magic some people wield, but I know it to be true. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’m sure if I called him out for it, right here and now, the gathered crowd wouldn’t believe me so easily.
His eyes are tired, his jaw tight, and his gaze lingering in my direction for a brief moment before he comes to a stop, leaning back on the golden table with a sigh as he intertwines his fingers in his lap.
I get the sense he’s gathering his thoughts, considering where to start or pausing for a sense of sympathy, but before he can compose himself enough to speak, questions are fired in his direction.
“Where have you been?”
