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“I do, too.” She smiled up at him, then planted a kiss on his lips. She gave Jagger and me the same, flutters of happiness transferring from her to us. “Let’s start cleaning up. We have a lot to do.”

Chapter65

Lex

“This party is actually fun!” Arden yelled to me over the music, her hips winding underneath my hands. “I say we make all of the Royal parties like this.”

“I don’t think they could handle it,” I said, grinding against her.

We’d taken over the club where Arden, Jagger, and I had gone before the eclipse festival in celebration of her being presented to the kingdom as a Royal. We did it not long after the incident during the eclipse, since most of our guests were still in town. A lot of them conveniently slipped away beforehand. Even if they weren’t a part of the Order, a lot of our extended family hated the idea of a female being a Royal. We had enforcers monitoring them closely. Any hint that they were gathering and conspiring against the Royals, and they would be dealt with just as Elias had been.

Arden was a Royal, and she was going to be so damn good at it. She already was helping the city, especially those in need.

Cleaning up Rouhaven was a difficult task. The Forsaken Lunars had incited chaos throughout the city in the hopes of distracting our enforcers enough to allow their attack to happen unhindered. They underestimated our reach. We were everywhere—we had to be. We wanted to make sure every area of the kingdom had someone to reach out to for help.

The song changed to something sultry but upbeat, and our few remaining guests crowded the dance floor. Arden’s friend Lucy and her husband waved to us across the crowd.

“Cutting in, and I’m not sorry,” Jagger said, coming up to Arden’s front. He rested his hands on her waist, pulling her close so she was sandwiched between us. “Flint’s coming.”

Flint appeared not long after, a waiter holding a tray of drinks for us. We took them, staying on the dance floor.

“Can you even drink while dancing like this?” Flint asked, doing the minimum amount of movement to be considered dancing.

No amount of alcohol was going to let him cut loose, but that was okay. Each of us played our part with Arden—the protector, the wild one, the one who made her laugh. We were one unit now, inseparable. It was effortless.

I threw back my drink in two long pulls and put the empty glass on another waiter’s tray. The song changed to something slower—not a favorite of any of us.

“Come on, let’s get some space,” Arden said, guiding us toward the back room.

The thumping of the music was muted here, encapsulating us in privacy. Arden kicked off her high heels and bent over to pick them up, making the short hem of her dress rise way up. The lust that had been building inside of me as I ground against her rushed to the surface.

“Kitten,” I said, my voice low. “You’re being a tease.”

“Being a what?” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes all false innocence.

Jagger zipped over, tearing the dress off of her in one swoop. She was naked underneath.

“A fucking tease.” He picked her up and sat her down on the couch, making her whoop in surprise. “A tease with a delicious pussy.”

He parted her thighs and dove in, making her gasp and clutch the couch. Flint sat next to her, taking her mouth. I sucked on her hardened nipples in the way she absolutely loved.

No matter how many times we shared her, we never got enough. We were insatiable.

Jagger fingered her as he continued sucking on her clit, making her hips rock involuntarily. She moaned against Flint’s mouth and dug her fingers into my hair, holding me in place.

She came just as abruptly as we’d started, her pussy soaking Jagger’s face.

“Guys, you can’t just leap all over me the second we’re alone,” she said, panting.

“We don’teverytime. We get things done,” Flint said, kissing down her neck. “Do you think we would have rounded up the Order as quickly as we did if we’d just spent time in bed?”

“Maybe we’re just that good,” she said, tilting her head to give him more access. “And I’m not complaining. At all. But my dressmaker is going to wonder why she has to make that same dress over and over again.”

“That’s what she’s there for.” Jagger skimmed his hands up her hips. “But to be honest, we don’t have room for all the things I want to do to you right now. Want to go home?”

“What do you want to do to me?” Arden asked, her eyes hooded with desire.

“What else? Fuck you in every single way possible.” He laughed.

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