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“Are you ready, Red? Are you going to take all my cum?”
I released another moan and sucked him harder, and he responded with his own call. The noise he made was almost a howl, the sound tearing from him as hot spurts hit the back of my throat before he thrust forward again. I choked, so much cum and blood filling my mouth that I could not hold it all. It ran over my lips and down my chin, dropping onto my bare chest.
He was everywhere, as my jaw burned and my throat ached, my nipples hard and my pussy desperate for release as Fillian worked me and Lucien panted against me.
Lucien leaned over me, his hand tensing and relaxing as his love returned to reluctance. He slid from my mouth. The hand that had gripped my hair so tightly loosened, his long fingers stroking the line of my jaw. His thumb touched my lips, both of us softening, opening as he wiped away the part of himself he had given to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his words wrapping around me.
I would have missed it if my heart had not been trembling, so attuned to him. I could not say anything. I looked up at him, hoping I met his eyes.
I still moved my hips, Fillian’s tongue bringing me close again, but the world was silent. Only Lucien and I existed, our bond, our love, growing to encompass us until all we had was each other.
We sighed together, the final piece clicking into place.
Fillian pushed at me, licking me, trying to bully another orgasm from me, and I let myself go into him, scared of the feelings that burst inside me.
This was not just love. It was not about controlling them anymore, compelling them to help me escape.
“Fuck,” Lucien let out in one breath, the weight of it covering us both.
We were mated.
As Lucien held my chin, his gaze bore into me, wonder flowing through him, and my heart fell. Despair consumed me as I drowned in his love. He returned my passion, my fear. Every single emotion that flooded from him was mine. There was nothing stopping us, no barriers, no force. We were wholly connected, the mating bond complete.
I cried out as I came on Fillian’s tongue, pushing myself against the wall, trying to get back from them, trying to get away.
I kept my sobs to myself, my throat raw. I could not stop the aching sadness overflowing me as my third orgasm ripped me apart. Lucien held me, his hand quivering, his breaths short. I could feel him treasuring the moment I wanted to destroy.
I had forgotten. Again, I had forgotten my people, forgotten my goal by letting them in. In my pain, I reached for Valko, praying he could somehow help me sever what was unbreakable.
He was still there, pushing me away. Refusing to acknowledge me while Fillian desperately reached for me, trying to cement his own bond. But I had to deny it.
I had gone too far; I had let Lucien in, and now I knew. This was the real consequence, the true reason my mother ran.
They were my mates, and I could never go back.
THIRTEEN
Lucien
The witch emerged from the thick mists that gathered around the clearing, casting an eerie grey light in the usual perpetual darkness of the woods. She hobbled into view, the train of her moss green dress dragging along the damp forest floor. Her snake familiar coiled itself behind her neck, its sleek body trapped in her matted grey hair, its sharp black eyes trained on me. Her pointed hat lay lop-sided, bobbing as she limped, a gnarled cane supporting her.
We believed she may have been the original witch who cast the Black Forest in an eternal night centuries ago. The story was that a witch took revenge on a Scarlet Queen who had tricked the witch’s lover into drinking the Waters of Lethe, erasing his memories and stealing him for herself. The Black Forest had been the place of their rendezvous, and so the forest had to pay.
Since every witch I’d met looked like a wrinkled crone, it was difficult to guess her age, especially when she had a personality to match. She barely reached my chest, stopping before me and looking, her weathered scowl boring into me.
“Well?” she barked, glaring. She had a right to be rude. “You think it was worth me travelling through half the forest just to bring you some honey!?”
“And a good afternoon to you too, Cassandra dear,” I replied.
She spat on the ground before me and snarled. “Don’t give me that, boy. I’ve been walking the earth since before yer granddaddy was born. You don’t get away with flattery, and you know it.”
“Forgive me.” I grinned. “I cannot help myself when I am graced with such beauty.”
She grunted and squinted, her beady eyes roaming over my body. “You’re lucky you’re a handsome one, I’ll give you that.”
I bowed my head, offering her a smile.
