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“Tch. You know we have to wait, mamé.”

“I hate past me,” she sobs, chasing my fangs as if she can trick me into sinking them inside her. “I didn’t know it would feel like this⁠—”

“You made the rule, angel.” I let my fangs press just hard enough to make her whimper. “And I am a creature of my word. So you will wait, and you will take what we can give you. And when I finally shift and can mark you properly—” I drag them up the shell of her ear. “—you’ll understand why it was worth the wait.”

“That’s not fair⁠—”

“Almost nothing about us is, sweetheart.”

My shadow drives harder against her clit as Sage grows relentless inside her. Her fingers clutch weakly at our chest, walls tightening in weak pulses.

“Almost there, ílyen,” Sage groans against her hair. He starts thrusting into her with a quick snap of his hips, his cock torturing the swollen spot inside her. His rhythm stutters as he drives deep, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside her, spilling rope after rope of warm come into her already flooded channel, mixing with the thick load already filling her. Her walls pulse gently around his shaft, milking every drop as her body trembles in overstimulation. His vines hold her steady as he fills her with every last drop.

“Take all of me, luváel,” he groans, grinding deep through every pulse. “Every drop I’ve been saving, watching him wreck you—it’s neeth, and you’re ním. My good girl, so full of us there’s no room for anything else.”

“I’ve got you, Eden.” He gathers her close, swatting my shadow away from her clit. “You did so well. Let me bring you down slowly.”

He slides his hand between her thighs, and she whimpers, flinching at his touch. He presses a kiss to her damp temple. “No, sweet girl. Nothing like that. Trust me.”

He catches her swollen, tender little kísh between two fingers, cradling it along either side, and strokes softly. The pressure muffled through her own flesh, gentle as rain soaking into soil, soothing every place we set fire.

Her breath leaves in a long, shuddering sigh.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his fingers coasting in an unhurried rhythm, easing the throb. “Ash loves you like a storm. Let me love you like the earth after it passes.”

Sage stays buried inside her. My skelva stroke over her back in soothing passes.

Do you think it’s possible to get her pregnant again? I mumble.

Sage chokes on a laugh. She’s still carrying the last one we gave her. But with how much we’ve been filling her lately… yeah. It’s possible. Her body’s already primed for it. One more good load and she could be carrying twins before the week’s out.

Eden stirs, lifting her head long enough to blink up at us. “Totally not wearing panties ever again.”

CHAPTER 60

sweet pea

—EDEN

Something is going on with my mates. It started this morning, when I caught Sage whispering to Nook. The cabinets have been very secretive since. Ashán spent breakfast practically vibrating, and when I poked at the bond to investigate, he wrapped it in shadow and made everything murky.

“Stop fishing, ash’kaela.”

“I’m not fishing.” I am absolutely fishing. “I’m making conversation.”

“Mm.” A tendril of shadow traces my jaw, infuriatingly fond. “Fish later. Eat now. You’ll need it.”

“Need it for what?”

“Nothing.” He smirks.

Nothing? Two immortal beings, Nook and Droot—ohhh, Droot—I bet he will tell me. I sneak into the living room where he is draped across the tiny hammock that Sage has grown next to the giant floor bed. He’s cycling through colors like a tiny disco.

“Droot, do you know something I don’t?”

The King has been sworn to secrecy. He puffs his little chest out so far he nearly tips over backward.

“Sworn by whom?”