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"But I thought you were," I taunt.

Latham growls, his head whipping toward me.

"Ah, I don't think I can forgive you otherwise," I chuckle.

"You're being a brat," Latham purrs before gripping the back of my neck and forcing my lips apart as he kisses me.

His tongue is tangling with mine obscenely before he pulls away, leaving me breathless.

"I should spank you?" he growls.

"Maybe later, you got dick to suck," I tell him, and he growls.

"Off you go. Xavier is waiting for his apology," I tell him and lean down pecking my lips.

Xavier laughs as he climbs over me and on to him.

"You're lucky I love you," Latham growls at me.

"Wow, I think I like her apologies better," Xavier teases him and Latham growls, nipping at his chest as he presses himself between Xavier's legs.

Blaine pouts but leans over and kisses Xavier. Latham sits, yanking off Xavier's pants, and I bend down, gripping Xavier's chin with my fingertips, pulling his lips from Blaine's, and kissing him. Xavier moans into my mouth, making me pull away to watch Latham, who is stroking Xavier's hardened length.

I lean down, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking on it. My lips leave his cock with an audible pop. Pecking Latham's lips makes my walls clench with arousal.

"Don't forget to swallow."

He glares at me, and I chuckle. I raise an eyebrow at him before he huffs, wrapping his mouth around Xavier.

Chapter Fifty-One

Everything is crazy today; Latham has a mover on the way to pack everything into storage because today we are leaving for Soya. It is sweltering hot today, not ideal for moving, but hey, it's better than rain. They will be here in three hours, so we have to go through both places to take the necessities because everything else would be locked into a storage container and shipped up later.

I am reluctant to leave. However, I also trust my mates. Yes, even after Latham forced Xavier to mark me. I know that much, and I trust them. They haven't given me any reason not to, even if I don't like some of their choices. I know they are for my safety, and I trust that. Xavier has already forgiven him. Blaine, however, has been pouting all day and trying to get into my pants. Grabbing the packing tape, I seal the box before writing kitchen on it with a sharpie when Blaine sings out to me from the living room.

"What about all these books and your jewelry box?" Blaine calls out to me.

Standing up, I peer over at him as he starts chucking them into boxes. Noticing the book in his hand, its worn cover stands out because I have reread it a million times.

"Pack all the books except for Jane’ Knights books."

Blaine looks at the cover of Owned by the Dragons, one of my favorite books.

"Who?" Blaine says, and I glare at the fool.

How does he not know who she is? I feel insulted. To say I was obsessed would be an understatement.

“Jane Knight! Now be careful with that one. It's a signed copy," I snap at him when he goes to drop it in the box.

I race over to rescue my beloved books, snatching Her Dominant Dragon and Repaying the Debt off the shelf before grabbing Owned by the Dragons from his fingers and walking back to the kitchen to place them in my bag for safekeeping and away from the book destructor who has no care as he tosses the rest in the box. I shake my head at him.

"Okay, then," Blaine huffs before filling the box while I walk back to the kitchen to retrieve my handbag, putting my books in it.

Opening up the next cupboard, I groan. It is incredible how much crap you accumulate, only realizing when moving and packing all your junk up. Oh, and bags. I do not know why I keep them because I always forget them, but bags, hundreds of reusable grocery bags. I shake my head. Not once have I ever remembered to bring them with me.

Dragging another empty box over, I pull the junk draw out and upturn it, dumping it in the box. Seriously, I have not got time to go through that one today. I chuck pots and cake tins I have never used into it before sealing that one up, too. I am at the point where I am just going to light a match and walk away. The task seems impossible in such a short amount of time. I wonder if I would still be eligible to get my bond back if the place burned before shoving that idea away. I can't do that to Jack, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted.

Xavier is having way too much fun in my bedroom packing. I can hear Latham snapping at him every two seconds while he laughs at Latham, scolding him. Walking to the bedroom, I peer through the door to see a small box on the bed.