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“You certainly slowed it down,” Ashton says. He’s kneeling on the bed at Jason’s right side, looking rumpled, his ears still kitty-like, and oh God, he’s adorable like this. An adorable kitty-boy, but for the hard muscles in his arms and that square jaw, and not to forget the big bulge between his legs. He’s obviously hard, too.
As I glance around, I realize all of them are. Sindri is kneeling on Jason’s other side, one hand still on Jason’s shoulder, eyes unfocused, head bowed.
And Emrys is sitting back on his ass, shamelessly massaging his hard-on through his black pants.
As I come down from my first boy-induced orgasm, I have to admit that it was better than I imagined. Sure, Jason hadn’t fully pushed into me, but even that tiny bit had been so good… Who knew?
My cousin had explained the mechanics of sex over the years. She’d felt it was her responsibility to prepare me for the real world, though she certainly couldn’t have seen this coming.
Me, coming here to avenge her.
Me, coming from having sex with one of the boys I came to avenge, while the others watched.
Horrified, I push again on Jason’s chest and he sits back slowly as I scramble to cover my bared breast. I sit up so fast I almost headbutt him.
“Mia—”
“I can’t believe I did this—we did this—and the rest of you watched, I…” Something is poking me in the hip and when I glance down, I find it’s green shoots. The bed looks like a frigging garden.
And ow, suddenly my whole body hurts like hell, all the bruises from the previous day making themselves known. I moan softly, moving more carefully as I shift again, and a different ache, between my legs, brings heat to my face.
I can’t believe I agreed, that we did it, that it worked.
“Did I hurt you? I held back as much as I could.” Jason slides a hand up my jaw, sitting back on his heels, muscular and beautiful and—my gaze keeps dipping there—hard, his cock still so large and long, wet from what we did, and I still want it inside of me, deeper this time, as deep as possible—
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I should go.”
“You should stay,” Emrys says. “We didn’t solve anything. Only put it off.”
“You mean he could still shift?” Sindri glances sideways at Jason whose face has gone blank.
“While the moon is full, the possibility is there, Rys is right.” Ashton sighs. “There will be more surges tonight, and probably tomorrow night, too, until the moon’s pull wanes enough.”
“But…”
“We’ll just lie together,” Jason says, stroking my neck, then drawing his hand back. “That’s all. Hopefully, it’s enough now that we stopped the shift.”
“We’re staying,” Ashton says. “Better if we’re all here, in case any one of us loses control.”
There’s no more talk of sending me away. Obviously, having me here helps.
Because I had sex with Jason.
God, my face is on fire. Biting my lip, I glance around at their serious faces, so incongruous with the state of their aroused bodies and what they obviously would rather be doing.
Can I trust them? Can I lie with all of them, all these sexy, dangerous, probably criminal magical boys, and trust them not to do anything to me?
But above all, can I trust myself not to beg them to do everything they wish with me? After all, I gave into Jason’s needs and mine the moment we got naked together. How am I to stop myself from doing the same with the rest of them?
I dream of Ophelia.She’s standing on a scorched plain ringed by mountains, and flames jump from her hands. Whirlwinds dance around her, lashing her hair about, and rain swirls in the air in haunting patterns, forming ghostly faces and hands. Grass grows at her feet, stalks slowly winding up her legs, flowers blooming at her hips.
“Mia,” she whispers. “What are you doing?” Her smile turns into a snarl. “What the hell are you doing?”
With a gasp, I wake up, my heart pounding. It takes a moment for reality to return. Her voice echoes in my ears, strangely hostile and accusing.
It’s my own conscience, I think. It comes through in my dreams, and I use Ophelia’s mouth to chide myself for straying from my path.
I lie there, blinking at the far wall. I’m sandwiched between two hard male bodies—Jason and Sindri, their arms thrown over my hip—while Emrys and Ashton are flanking them, their arms wound over us, too.
