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“Zahir hasn’t healed like he should have because he refuses to feed properly,” Jarred told Wayla before she could break the kiss.

Irishen moved his hand on Wayla’s breast and tweaked her nipple, making her moan into his mouth. The kiss hadn’t started as a way to show off, but it really was going that way. Both Irishen and Jarred moved Wayla between them easily.

“Willing to give Zahir a snack, Claimed?”

“Yes,” she hissed when she finally tore her mouth away from Irishen and arched, pushing his head down toward her tight nipples.

“Keep your fucking clothes on,” Zahir groaned. When Marc glanced at him, he was lying flat on the floor, a flush creeping up on his cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s my cue to exit,” Grant said. “Sinister, make sure he feeds.”

Sinister grunted. Slowly, Zahir started getting a healthier glow, and Marc sighed softly. They had all been worried about the incubus, so he really didn’t care how he was feeding, as long as he got better.

Wayla moaned, and Marc’s eyes settled back on her. Irishen had her nipple in his mouth and Jarred was kissing her claiming mark. They were teasing her, building up the tension, and Marc wanted to be there, sucking her other nipple into his mouth.

“Can you come like this, mate?” Irishen murmured softly.

Wayla thrashed her head and whined. “Risha.”

“Yeah, mate. I’m here.”

They kept going until Sinister said, “That’s enough.” He grabbed Zahir’s hand and hauled him up. “Thanks.” Then they were out the door, leaving Marc and the bonded group behind.

The air around them changed when the door clicked shut. Jarred’s eyes opened and focused on Marc. He kept his lips on Wayla’s throat, but now he was goading him.

“Marc is looking, love. Should we give him a show?”

Yes, fucking, please.

Irishen chuckled. “Would you like that, mate? Have him watching when you come on my fingers?” He palmed her pussy over her pants and Wayla gasped.

“Please.”

“What was that, mate? Please make you come where he can see you?”

“Pet, make him—” Wayla’s demand got cut short when Irishen slipped his hand inside her pants. Jarred grasped her throat tightly and forced her to stay still. “Bad pet,” she choked, but Marc could hear how wet she was when Irishen pumped his fingers into her pussy.

“Shh, love. I’ll make it up to you later. Now come on your mate’s fingers.”

With a little shriek that Jarred’s chokehold cut off, she did. Immediately, both males pressed in closer and started murmuring soft words and praises at her. Slowly, Wayla’s eyes opened and her gaze focused on Marc.

“Fucking hot, sparkle,” he murmured too, needing to reassure her. He wasn’t mad. Not at her. He was hard as fuck, would probably need an hour-long cold shower and definitely would cuss himself out for messing things up, but Wayla… she was just perfect, eyes drooping, cheeks flushed, and body relaxed as she leaned on her mate and Claimed.

I’ll make it up to you, he vowed silently before slipping out of the room.

Chapter 46 – Wave

It was late in the evening and Wave was sitting on her bed, mulling over the day’s events. First, there was the look on Marc’s face when he watched her. She had come so hard, knowing he was looking at them. In fact, she could probably bring herself to a quick orgasm just by replaying the moment over and over.

Not that she would. But she could. In theory. Fuck. She needed to focus on something else, and quickly. The course catalogue would probably be dry and boring enough to quell her instincts. She idly started flipping through it.

She had promised to think about moving into the Powerhouse’s mansion, but could she really do that? She didn’t want to endanger her friends, but she wasn’t ready to move in with all the Powerhouses. Her mate and Claimed, maybe, but all of them… no. She would have to talk it over with her roommates, but how could she expect them to make the right decisions when she couldn’t give them all the facts?

Wave groaned as a slight headache started building behind her eyes. She rubbed her temples, cursing softly. All of this was a giant shit show. Fucking Elena. It wasn’t enough that she hated her guts, she had to somehow be entangled in Hell politics, too? Why the hell had Lucifer bailed her out? That was what Marc had said. Lucifer was behind that and it undoubtedly had something to do with politics.

Wave hated politics.

She decided to push that and other worries aside and focused back on her course catalogue. She would have to contact Mrs. Smith soon and sort her class orientation out, and she would have to find something else to cover her fire lessons, too. There was an email from the administration waiting in her inbox. Suddenly, Wave stopped and read the line in the catalogue again. It didn’t change.