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I wanted to tell myself I didn’t, but I would be lying. I wanted him. I wanted them both.
“Accept our claim.”
“I cannot stay. I must leave as soon as your lord gives me permission.”
“Why? I don’t understand. Wouldn’t it better to have us as your mates? We will protect you.”
“That’s what I am afraid of.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t want to see you hurt. You don’t know what you’re getting into if you keep me here.”
“Your hunters? You are in the safest place you will ever be, Elyra.”
I looked away. Ronen and Callarn didn’t understand my plight. I had to keep running just to stay alive.
“Elyra,” he whispered. “Are you afraid?”
“Of the Jakael hunters?”
“No, what I mean is, are you afraid to accept both of us as your mates?”
I didn’t know what to answer.
“We would never harm you, beloved.”
It was bizarre, but I believed him.
“We promise you only pleasure.”
The words brought shivers all over my body.
“Worship you forever.” He took my hand and kissed it and brought it down to his chest. I could feel his heart thundering fast. “Can you feel I want you so much?”
He pressed my hand lower, past his belly, and down to his impressive bulge. My heart beat faster. His hardness was undeniable. “Can you feel me?”
I wanted to answer him, but my breath strangled in my throat. I nodded instead.
“I need you. And Ronen needs you as much as I do.”
I closed my eyes as he squeezed my hand on his erection. He kissed me again. This time it was soft. Gentle. I felt as if I was floating on clouds. He nipped my lower lip. His tongue worked its way into my mouth. Swept the roof of my mouth, tasting everything. Savoring everything I had to offer.
Somehow, he soothed me. Comforted me.
I squeezed him harder than I intended. He became harder than stone. His cock seemed constricted underneath his breeches.
I tore my mouth from him. I had to feel him in the flesh. I had to. “Can I?” I ventured.
“Of course.”
He loosened his belt and shoved down his breeches. A heartbeat later, his cock was in my hand. Hot and pulsing. I marveled at his virility.
“Can you feel me? I need you so much.”
“Callarn…”
“Accept us and let us be a part of you.”
