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“Isn’t that what your enforcers are for?” She sat up, the blankets falling just below her collarbone. “Why are you putting yourselves out there?”
“Our enforcers do a great job of getting rid of crime, but sometimes, it’s psychological—if criminals see us versus our enforcers, they know that they’re seriously fucked,” Jagger said. “And we can be much more forceful than the enforcers can.”
“What do you mean by ‘more forceful’?” Arden shifted to face Jagger more, so I slid a hand around her waist. She leaned back into my touch.
“Depends. Sometimes, we can rough them up until they’re almost unable to heal themselves,” I said, running my thumb along the soft skin of her waist. “Or we can kill them if we’ve caught them in the middle of a terrible enough crime.”
“Oh.” She stiffened for a moment but relaxed when I ran my hand up her middle, then back down again.
“That bothers you?” Jagger asked.
She paused. “I don’t know if ‘bother’ is the right word for it. Is that all you do?”
“No. Once the dust has settled from the fighting, we have more authority to help those left behind,” I said. “No need for anyone to come back and report to us before setting up temporary housing or whatever’s needed.”
Arden made a sound of acknowledgment, staring up at the ceiling. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her face was lovely all the time, but the way she looked when she was deep in thought made her beautiful on another level. I wanted to understand what was going on in her head. Her mysterious past only made me more curious. What had happened in her life to make her brain work the way it did?
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Just trying to sort everything out.” She rolled over onto her back and sat all the way up, the blankets falling into her lap. She curled her knees up to her chest, the blankets covering her breasts again. “You three are a bundle of contradictions.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She snorted, as if this were obvious to everyone. “One minute, you’re knocking out criminals and sometimes flat out killing them, then the next, you’re building orphanages. What’s the deal?”
“I don’t think that’s a contradiction, Little Flower.” Jagger cupped the back of her neck, his thumb running across the sensitive spot below her ear. “It’s just called doing what we have to do. It’s not all going to be clean cut and easy to digest. Some days, criminals deserve to get their asses kicked. The next day, we might have to help some fae who are down on their luck. Whatever’s best for the situation.”
Arden took her time to think, so I didn’t interrupt her. Jagger had summed it up perfectly. We did what we had to do for the kingdom and to protect the innocent. Some of the fae we ruled thought we were too heavy-handed, but I disagreed. We’d been given heightened abilities for a reason, and I used mine to rule.
“I see what you mean,” she finally said, shifting yet again to let the blankets reveal her breasts.
“Are you trying to tease us?” I asked, sliding a hand up Arden’s thigh under the blankets. “Keep the blankets down.”
“I’m nottryingto,” she said, a cheeky grin on her face.
Jagger laughed, pressing her flat onto her back and burrowing his face into her neck. “You aren’t? Really? I don’t believe you.”
His hand brushed against mine as he reached down to the apex of Arden’s thighs. Instead of fighting for who got to touch her first, I helped him by opening her thighs, kissing along the side of one breast. Arden gasped, either from Jagger’s fingers or my mouth, or both. I threw the blankets off of all of us to watch Jagger drive her wild. Her hips rolled as he played with her, her breath coming in faster pants.
Our hands wandered all over her, still trying to figure out the best way to bring her to the top. It didn’t take much. She was gasping and shuddering in a matter of minutes, her hips lifting off the bed.
Jagger lifted the fingers that had been between her legs and sucked them clean. He moaned and slid down onto his stomach between Arden’s legs.
“Wait, I’m still trying to recover from—oh.” Arden went limp as Jagger tasted her.
I played with her breasts as he got her off again, just as quickly as if she hadn’t just come moments before. Both of us ran our hands up and down her body to calm her down but stopped when someone knocked on the door.
I sighed, getting out of bed this time.
“Just a minute,” I grumbled, pulling on my boxers and tugging them up mid-step.
When I yanked open the door, I expected to see our security. But it was Flint, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hard. His eyes flicked over my shoulder, then back.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I think you can tell what I’m doing. Or what we’re doing.” I looked over my shoulder, where Arden and Jagger had gotten under the blankets again.
Flint blinked. “Of course I can tell what you’re doing, so the better question is why.”
