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"I'll fight for this, you know?" he said, suddenly serious. "I don't care who I have to slaughter, what maniac thinks they can get between us, or what Eidolon tries to do next; I'll fight for us. For the whole circle but forus, too. I want the domestic, lovey-dovey shit that couples do, and I won't let anyone take that from us."
I was already emotionally wrecked, but then he added, "I won't let them take it from you and X, either. This isourweird, fucked up little family, and we deserve to be happy."
I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. I could only nod.
There was a dead woman hanging from chains a few metres away, but this was such a touching moment I completely forgot about her.
"You're actually kind of nice," I choked out, my hands on his chest, tracing the shape of him. "What's happening to us?"
"I think it's called character development," he drawled, kissing my brow. "Now, do you want to come on my fingers next or my cock?"
"Both?"
He laughed, brushing a kiss to my lips. "Alright, my mate wants both, my mate gets both."
My heart went flippy-floppy. "Stop calling me your mate," I groaned.
"Why? Because you're weak for it?" he taunted.
"I'll cut your hair in your sleep," I threatened. "I'll really do it."
He chuckled, his bronze face alive with amusement. "Strange way of answering yes, but okay."
I opened my mouth to give him the comeback to end all comebacks, but a loud groan of pain came from the corridor outside, and I froze. Taj and I exchanged a glance; he took his fingers out of me as gently as possible, and we moved towards the door in unison.
I drew two knives, handing him one and pretending I didn’t see him accept it in the hand thatwasn'tdripping with my cum.
My heart began to pound.
I threw the door open, lunging into the corridor—and a laugh of disbelief burst from me.
Okay, what the actual fuck?
21
"Doesn't this go against a code of conduct?" I asked, watching the two guards who'd been stationed outside Taj’s torture room hardcore making out. Frantic hands pawed at their uniforms, both men tearing buttons off their shirts.
"Yes, it does," Taj muttered. "Hey! Stop that immediately! You're supposed to be guarding the door."
The two guards didn't stop for a second. They must have been desperate.
"I know that feeling," I murmured, nodding.
"Lina," Taj growled, throwing me a Look with a capital L. "Oh! They're—"
I laughed at the dark blush that stained Taj's cheeks when the guards ripped off their pants and started going at it, dicks in hands. One guard bent over, spreading his cheeks.1
"Maybe we should give them some privacy," I suggested. "They don't need an audience. I mean, unless that's their thing; I guess theyarein a public corridor."
I looked at them a second too long, and Taj growled. He locked his torture room and pushed me down the hallway before I could see more than a heavy ball sack slap the other man's thigh.
Farewell, horny guards.
"What the…?" I breathed when the corridor fed out into an antechamber where two of Dev's staff were thrusting into one unfortunate—or very lucky—maid. Her blue head was thrown back, a silent scream on her face as her eyes rolled. Lucky—definitelylucky. "Did I miss an orgy invite?"
"This is magic," Taj snarled, his hand darting at my wrist. I neatly avoided the grab. Did I look like I wanted my own juices on my wrist? Nope, he could keep them.
"Eidolon?" I asked, my stomach twisting.
