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“I want both of you. Like Remy said, you already Top me in some ways that I didn’t realize. And I like that . . . I want more.”
“Good,” Loki breathed out.
“My Little always feels safe with you. You’ve always taken good care of me in Little headspace. Is that because . . .”
“I never thought of myself as a Daddy Dom. Because I didn’t think I was, well, stable enough. But if Remy is here, guiding things . . .”
She knew how hard it was for Loki to admit that he might need some help. Especially from a man he barely knew.
A man who wanted Loki’s girl.
“I love you, Ki-Ki,” she told him.
“Fuck. Love you too, Tinkerbelle.” He reached up with his hand, placing it behind her head so he could draw her down for the sweetest kiss she’d ever had.
It wasn’t like her first kiss with Remy. Which had been filled with fire and heat. With obsession and possession.
Loki already knew he owned her. He had to.
This was about the sweetness of a happy ever after. The dream they never thought would be a reality, but they still dreamed it night after night.
It was a kiss that was always meant to be. Just years in the making.
And it was everything.
She opened her mouth to him, let him into her soul. And he settled in that place she’d had reserved for him.
Right next to the spot she was keeping safe for Remy.
When Loki drew back, she let out a soft murmur of protest. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to circle back and kiss him again and again.
But then a hot, heavy hand was placed on her cheek and her face was turned. Remy had weathered storms she still knew nothing about. She could tell his life hadn’t been easy. Nothing about him invited you to come closer, to sink into him, to give him pieces of you.
Until you really looked deeper. And there it was. The lone wolf turned protector. He couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. Didn’t care about their hopes, dreams, and worries.
Unless you harmed someone he cared about.
Then she was certain he could be a vicious killing machine without remorse.
And she wanted to wrap herself up in him. At the same time she wanted to show him how good life could be with someone on your side.
This time his kiss was different. Was he holding back because of Loki?
Maybe.
Or perhaps this was the seal of a promise.
To do whatever he could to keep her happy, to make this work. That’s what she promised him.
By the time the kiss ended, her head was spinning, and she was gasping for breath.
“Lord have mercy,” she muttered. “The two of you are going to kill me, kissing like that.”
“Nobody is dying,” Remy said harshly.
Shoot. She hadn’t meant it like that. Her gaze shot to Loki, but he was just staring at Remy thoughtfully.
Remy closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Sorry, I know it was just a turn of phrase.”
