Her body heats up in my arms again, the scent of her desire spiking hard. I bring my tail around between the front of her thighs, gently rubbing her clit as I fuck her, my control slipping, my cock driving relentlessly into her arse, my tail sliding over her hot, wet flesh as Draegan commands her to take it deeper, to suck, to swallow…
Auggie can’t hold out another minute. With a roar, he comes down her throat, his cock slipping out of her mouth and spilling more hot cum down her chest. The sight of it makes Draegan rock fucking hard again. West doesn’t miss a beat; Auggie’s barely finished painting her when she grabs Draegan’s cock, and he arches into her hand, fucking her tight little fist with hard, angry thrusts, as if he can’t stand the fact that he cares for her. That he wants this as badly as the rest of us, and he’s determined to take out every last one of his frustrations on her.
My balls tingle, and I know I’ve got maybe five more seconds…
“Let me taste you again, Daddy,” she whispers, and before Draegan can even process it, she’s got her lips wrapped around his cock again, sucking him in deep, and without so much as a shudder in warning, he fucking unloads.
She tightens around my cock, and I increase the friction on her clit with my tail, pushing her right back over the cliff.
She comes with a deep, rumbling groan that vibrates through her entire body, setting off a chain reaction that explodes inside me, lighting my nerves on fire. I grip her hips and fuck and fuck andfuckuntil I finally detonate, coming inside her arse with a force that leaves me dizzy and spent and halfway to death’s fucking door.
Draegan stumbles backward onto the sofa, and the rest of us collapse in a pile on the blankets, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for our souls to return to our bodies.
Rook doesn’t move. Doesn’t even fucking breathe.
* * *
It’s an eternity before I can see straight again, and when the haze finally clears, I lift my head and find Draegan staring at us, his expression unreadable. He catches my gaze and holds it.
The intensity burning in his eyes is shocking.
“Draegan,” West murmurs beside me. “I’m still waiting for my kiss.”
Draegan doesn’t reply. Spares her a momentary glance, cold and indifferent. Then he’s looking at me again.
Something passes between us. Some shared understanding. An admission on his part. An acceptance on mine.
He feels it, too. This inexplicable connection that goes beyond infatuation or obsession. Beyond a good time. Beyond one more roll in the sheets before the curse finally destroys us.
It isn’t even just love. Not any more.
The four of us are connected to her on asoullevel. Eternally bound.
But he’ll never be able to say it out loud. Never be able to welcome it into his heart.
This, I know.
He nods at me once. I return it.
Wordlessly, he gets to his feet, grabs his loincloth, and stalks out of the room.
Westlyn sits up next to me and sighs, a shiver rolling through her body.
“Cold, darling?” I pull up one of the blankets and drape it over her shoulders, rubbing some warmth into her back. She leans into my touch, and I take another minute to breathe her in, the taste of her skin still fresh on my lips.
It’s barely another minute before she pulls away, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek and getting to her feet.
“Are you all right, scarecrow?” I ask. “You seem a bit off. Did we… Was it too much this time?”
A soft smile. A warm blush. “No.”
“Look, don’t worry about Drae. He’s just not good with… feelings. Of any sort. You’ve likely short-circuited his delicate wiring with that naughty little tongue of yours.”
She forces another smile, but I know she doesn’t mean it. “I’m okay. I just need a hot shower. I’ll be back down in a bit.”
“Trying to wash me away already?”
“I’m sure you’ll make a mess of me again later.”
