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“That means The Bee Court had to have been masking their true intentions to enter the town limits, right?” Dev asks.

“Probably,” I agree. “It’s well known that Trash Haven protects its citizens, but there are ways of tricking the wards if you’re creative enough. I need to let my dad know though what happened so he can make sure they can’t get back in. Is everybody on the same page now?”

Chapter 13

Dev

This woman is clinically insane if she thinks that’s all the discussion this topic needs, or that we’re just going to skate by the fact that we just became mated in the ways that matter most.

Well, almost all the ways that matter most.

“Can your dad accept this news via telephone?”

She scrunches up her nose and tilts her head sideways to look at me. “That was phrased oddly. But, yes, I can call him about our visitors…”

That’s truly all the information I need.

Crawling seems like the most effective way to reach her fast, so I make my way to her, never once breaking eye contact.

I feel as if my irises surely must be glowing with the intensity of the hold she has on me as she watches me approach, like a tractor beam with boobs.

We’re not going to tell Aster that was a thought I had. Good chat.

“I heard that you and these two did something very interesting in our kitchen. I spit out my snack earlier when I went to pour honey on my toast and a bit of cum came out of the jar with it. Oh, and a few pubes. I could have done without those as well.”

Her face goes beet red, and her breathing hitches. “I-I didn’t mean— that is…we were…yeah, sorry. We definitely should have cleaned that jar out and washed it. I guess we sort of…forgot about it?”

Hawthorne smirks. “I didn’t forget about shit. I thought it would be funny to make Dev try and use it, so I wiped off the outside of it and put it back on the counter.”

Aster sputters. “What? That’s disgusting! Do you have any idea what kind of bacteria live on penises? And you wanted that to go into his mouth? After it had been incubating on the counter? That’s disgusting!”

“Eh, he’s fine.”

“That aside,” I redirect Aster, “did you…enjoythe honey play?”

I can feel my hive brothers’ minds completely homed in on her answer. She fidgets under the attention, having an internal debate. After she screws up her face a little, she takes a deep breath and relaxes again. “Yes, I did. If I’m being honest, it was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Fascinating,” I purr, leaning forward to kiss her stomach. “Make the call, sweetheart. Let your dad know what happened.”

“N-now? While you’re looking at me like that?”

I stare her down until she complies, because we can’t have any sort of good time until I know my hive and my mate are safe for the moment.

I can’t really hear what her dad says on the other side of the phone, but I sure as hell hear her mom screeching in the background when Aster tries to brush by the fact that we exchanged mating vows out of necessity, so I’m assuming the information is well received. Anderson might feel some way about it, but whatever. He’s not the one we’re in love with.

Now that Aster’s distracted, I'm not waiting another minute to show her how I feel. Last time I got to touch her, it was just us, in a quiet, dark room, almost like a secret. Right now, it's broad daylight outside, there's somebody wholly separate from us on the phone, and my hive mates are here to see my claim. This is what I need, something irrefutable.

Her eyes widen as she tries to read my intent, but I don't let that slow me down. I start working on getting her pants off, and while she's having a pleasant, or maybe not so pleasant, conversation with her dad about everything, I bury my face in her.

Arbor is there to stifle her gasp when I come in hot, spearing my tongue in deep. I don't actually want her father to understand what's happening; I just like the idea that it's possible he could.

Not to detract from the seriousness of the situation, because maybe we are treating this mess with The Bee Court too lightly, but you just never know how much time you have with anybody. I'm not wasting any of it. I waited too long to make Aster mine, now it's time to put my money where my mouth is. Literally.

She's as sweet as the honey we're all addicted to, and so,sowarm. I get lost in my actions as I play with her using my mouth, teasing her with my teeth and my lips and my tongue. I tune out everything else around us, enjoying her. I run my fingers upthe insides of her thighs, opening them wider so I can get at her easier. Touching her is incredible, her slick instantly coating my fingers as I bring them between her legs.

I can't even remember how many nights I lied awake imagining making her squirm and cry out for me like this. Can’t count how many times I imagined what her voice would sound like as she forgot all of her senses and called my name, begging me, like she is now, to never stop.

I flick my eyes up to her to find her phone call has apparently ended and she's running her hands through her hair, out of her mind with what I'm doing to her. Exactly how I want her. Her eyes are squished so tightly shut that she'll probably be seeing stars, but she's so godsdamn beautiful. With her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling so quickly, and the way she's gripping onto my fingers and shoving herself against my face, I know that she’s almost there. Her legs are starting to shake, like she can't control it.