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Are you my mate?
“Yes,” I breathe again.
You’re the only woman I’ll ever enjoy feeling. The only one who can make me weak like this. There is no comparison.
I don’t need to use my fingers anymore. I feel him, as if he’s right here in the bedroom with me, thrusting inside me, groaning in my ear. My back curves, my breathing becomes wilder, and before I know it, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard the stars on the ceiling blur.
Ah, shit, Willow,he groans.I’m going to cum. Fuck, I wish I were coming in your pussy instead of my hand right now.
His words tip me over the edge. They’re so primal, so guttural, that I come again, crying out his name and clutching the bedding. Never in my life have I felt something so intense.
Look at that. My naughty mate. Coming for me again, are you? I suppose you aren’t that angry with me after all.
Caz’s groans are louder. He growls the words,oh fuck, and then there’s silence. As if he’s pulled his way out, I don’t feel him buried within me anymore. The imaginary weight of him is gone, and I feel open, raw.
Silence washes over the room, and it takes me a moment to realize what just happened. He just fucked me telepathically and made me orgasm.Twice. Holy shit.
“Caspy?” I call when the silence has gone on for too long.
Get some rest, Willow. It’s the last thing he says to me before blocking me out again.
Seventy-Five
WILLOW
A whole daypasses because Beatrix still isn’t home. Alora allows us to stay in the palace (really, we have no choice. She refuses to let anyone go into the city), and while we do, we eat, wander the grounds, and collect berries from one of the gardens, and by the time the sun sets, she sends three girls to paint my, Juniper’s, and Maeve’s nails.
Our nails aren’t painted using the same method my world does. In Vanora, they use paint brushes and a thick liquid that hardens on the nail. One coat is all they need. I go with gold—it seems fitting for us being in Vanora—while Juniper goes for black, and Maeve chooses a blood red.
Alora doesn’t get her nails painted. Instead, she sits in a chaise in a corner, chatting away with Maeve and Juniper. I find it hard to have a conversation with her right now. In fact, I’ve been mostly avoiding Alora after finding out about her and Caz.
I’m not sure where this jealous, territorial side of me has come from, but it bothers me that he was ever with her. It’s possible he may have been on those red pills, and yeah, maybehe was drunk, but it’s the fact that it happened. I never would’ve guessed they’d done something together.
Luzian and Clara enter the room with food and drinks on gold trays, setting them on a table nearby. They offer a glass of something bubbly to me, but I pass on it. Juniper takes her glass and walks to the balcony, standing next to Maeve who is smoking a bloom.
“Something’s troubling you.” Alora’s voice is close. I swing my eyes to hers, and she has her head in a slight tilt.
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
“I can see it all over you.”
She narrows her eyes, studying my face. I look toward the balcony where Juniper and Maeve are.
“Ah.” I turn my head again as Alora snaps her fingers.
“What?”
“It’s about Caz and me.”
I avoid a frown. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s not play ignorant, Willow. I know that you know. It’s why you can no longer look me in the eye.”
I’m not sure what to say to that, so I don’t say anything at all. Alora stands and walks across the room, sitting on the edge of my ivory chaise. She’s so close I can smell her floral perfume. It’s a delightful scent.
“Do you want to know the truth?”
I sigh. “I think I already know the truth.”
