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She went back and forth between me and Lex, pulling away just before it got too intense for either of us. My cock was still so sensitive that it was almost torture, but I craved more.
“Fuck my ass, Jagger,” Arden panted. “Please.”
“You want me in your ass, Little Flower?” Jagger’s fingers slid out of her with a slick sound. “Who do you want in your pussy?”
“Hmm…” She sat back on her heels. “We have a bit of time for everything, so I want Lex first.”
Lex grinned and slid down so he was flat on his back. “Hop on, Kitten.”
“Kneel here, Flint,” Arden said as she climbed onto Lex.
We all got into position. She slid onto Lex first, then Jagger slicked some of her wetness onto himself to slide into her ass with ease. Arden’s small hand gripped my cock firmly, and she began to stroke me with expert movements.
When she sucked me into her mouth, I had to hold on to the headboard to steady myself. Her mouth was so damn good—the wet, insistent sound of her sucking me off holding all of my attention.
I wasn’t sure how much time was passing. It felt like forever and not long enough. My balls tightened, my entire body wound so tight that a single shift was going to make me detonate. Arden twisted her wrist in just the right way, and I exploded. I came down her throat, and she took every single drop.
Lex and Jagger weren’t finished yet. I slid off the bed, so my face was the same height as Arden’s and kissed her, hard and reckless until we were both breathless. She bit my lip and cried out when either Jagger or Lex came. I wasn’t sure who. We were just a mass of pleasure, lost in it.
Eventually, we all found our release and sank into the bed. Our limbs were a sweaty tangle.
Arden tucked herself against my side, throwing a leg over mine. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. I was sated, a restless part of me that I’d carried around for ages, finally calm.
Chapter59
Jagger
Iwoke up to Arden’s body splayed across Lex, Flint, and me. How did she manage to do that? Most of her body was on Flint, but her leg stretched over Lex’s thigh, and her foot was on my calf. I smiled. She was adorable when she was worn out from a night of fucking.
We’d taken her in every way possible on every surface in Flint’s quarters. She was spent, and so were we. My body felt pleasantly used and heavy. Until I looked over at Arden’s chest and saw the rune mark that was still there. We had shit to take care of and figure out. Someone wanted to kill her, and that fae was in a holding cell on the palace grounds.
And then there was that fucker, Chad. Arden trusted him right up until the point where he was behind her at that gate. I was moments from taking him out before that flying knife did. I was so focused on Arden that I only saw him stagger away.
“Morning,” Arden said, noticing my eyes on her.
“Morning.” I sat up and grabbed the ankle that was resting on my lower leg. “How’d you manage to spread out this far? It’s like you tried.”
“You all are extremely cozy.” She grinned, pushing her sleep-mussed hair out of her face.
Flint and Lex opened their eyes and squinted against the light.
“What time is it?” Flint asked, his voice hoarse.
“Eleven.” I finger-combed my hair and got out of bed. “We should go interrogate the attacker.”
Arden’s entire mood shifted, her body filling with tension. Flint massaged her shoulder.
“It’ll be okay,” he said. “You’re as safe as you possibly could be with us.”
“I know.” Arden leaned her head back against him. “I just hope he has some answers for us. How did he get poison that was strong enough to hurt you like that?”
“We’ll find out soon enough.”
We dressed, and with a fleet of enforcers around us, we went to the prisoners’ holding area on the far side of the palace grounds. I rested a hand on the back of Arden’s neck as we walked in, hoping some of the calm I’d gathered was passing along to her. But when we got outside of the prisoner’s cell, her heart rate spiked so intensely that I felt it at the base of her neck.
“Breathe, Kitten,” Lex murmured to her. “It’s going to be okay. He can’t hurt you from behind the spell wall.”
The prisoner had his hands handcuffed behind his back, and those handcuffs were attached to the wall. His ankles were also cuffed, the metal faintly glowing with spells. His dark hair was a mess, and his black clothes were covered in dust and ash from his partner’s dead body. He looked up at us, glaring straight at Arden. Flint’s deep growl changed the fae’s attitude fast. The change made the fae seem younger than before, maybe around Arden’s age.
