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I relent, I can’t do anything else when she gives me those doe eyes of hers, and she leads me to the bathrooms, with Steele in front this time to make sure no one else tries anything. There’s a large single one, so we all pile in.

It’s surprisingly clean for the fact this is a rave and all, and doesn’t smell godawful like some we’ve been to. Taking my hand she brings me over to the sink and starts cleaning me up, her fingers soft and gentle.

It helps calm me a little, but all I can see is that cunt grabbing her breast that belongs to me. To us. And the rage filters in again. She must sense the tension, because she stops what’s she’s doing, her head tilted to one side.

“What’s wrong, love?” her voice is as gentle as her hands, and it makes me want to punch that dick all over again.

“I’m fucking pissed he touched you. Touched what belongs to me. To us.”

She considers me for a moment, then drops my hand, grabbing the hem of her crop top and pulling it up. My mouth goes dry when she exposes a lacy black bralette. My dick goes rock solid when she pulls both cups aside and her gorgeous tits spill out, still covered in bites and marks from Nox and Steele.

“Mark me, Ant. Mark me where he touched me.”

My breath punches out of me when she drops to her knees, hands cupping her tits like an offering.

I don’t need to be told twice. My hand reaches into my shorts, the same hand that punched that cunt, and I pull out my dick, already pumping as I stare at those fucking tits.

“Gonna make sure everyone can smell me on you, baby,” I hiss, setting a brutal pace. I’m so fucking worked up already, what with her grinding that sweet body all over me for hours, then the violence of beating that guy up, that it doesn’t take long before I can feel electricity zapping up my spine. “Fuck!”

I almost black out as hot spurts of cum lands on her heaving chest, glistening in the light. I keep pumping, making sure every drop is on her, my breathing harsh.

She stands up, steps even closer to me. “Rub in it, love.”

Fucking. Hell.

Letting go of my dick — which hasn’t yet fully softened and I feel won’t now I know what she feels like — I use my busted up hand, knuckles bruised and bloody to rub my cum into her skin. Blood and cum mix on her chest, marking her as mine in every way. I spread it all over, loving her little moans when I pay close attention to those perky nipples of hers, which are tight and begging for attention.

I massage it in until there’s no more on the surface. Until it feels like she’s absorbed it all. And a lightness fills my chest, replacing the rage that sat there moments ago.

“Better?” she asks, tits still out, and I use my cum covered fingers to grasp her chin, pulling her to me and slamming my lips on hers.

Her hands tangle in my tank, pulling me closer as we lose ourselves in each other, sharing oxygen as we always seem to do when our mouths collide.

“I’m never letting you go, Bloom,” I rasp against her lips. “Fucking never.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“I CAN’T HEAR IT NOW (FROM THE SERIES ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS) BY FREYA RIDINGS

BLOSSOM

After Anatole’s claiming, the rest of the night was perfect. We all got a bit tipsy, aside from Nox who was the designated driver, and danced the night away into the early hours, arriving back home just as the sun peered over the horizon.

The guys had organised with Tina that she’d watch the kids on Sunday morning, so took me to the pool house, all of us sleeping on two of the beds which they’d put together to create a space big enough. It was bliss, being surrounded by Anatole on one side, Steele on the other because apparently they were still salty about Nox keeping me for so long. Nox was next to Ant, his arm over the other guy so it could rest on my hip all night.

I guess I’ll have to make sure things stay equal between them, just like the bloody kids with a birthday cake. I don’t mind though, because being so wanted is such a head rush. It makes me feel a million feet tall.

We slept most of Sunday morning, showering then coming into the main house for a Sunday roast that Tina cooked with all the trimmings, and the guys ate a huge amount with gusto. They each complimented her until she was as red as a tomato and it was my turn to laugh at her blushing.

All too soon it’s Monday morning again, and I’m back at home after the school run, wondering what I’m going to do next in the garden. My phone buzzes, and seeing Marie’s name, a flutter of nerves flow through me. It’s either a new kid, or… something else.

“Hi, Marie,” I greet, my voice steady despite the worry in the pit of my stomach.

“Morning, Blossom.” She sighs, and that pit grows. “I have some bad news. Noah’s parents completed their court ordered anger management and parenting classes and a judge ruled first thing this morning that Noah has to return.”

My breath stutters out of my lips, my fingers numb as I clutch the phone.

“But, Marie, when he arrived they’d beaten him so badly he could hardly walk, and he has only just stopped wetting the bed,” I try, but she gives a frustrated grunt and I know that I’ve lost before I even got the chance to start.