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Callister’s eyes met mine, a wicked smirk curving his lips. He came with a roar, hot seed spurting deep within me. The swell of his knot locked us together, trapping his cum inside my body. Then he leaned forward and started to fuck, the force of him stealing my breath. The spines rubbed over my sensitive clit, each one drawing out more bursts of pleasure that had me crying with each thrust.
The pressure of his knot subsided as he drained his balls into me. He fucked me through our orgasms, his pace unrelenting.
"Again!” he demanded, slamming into my oversensitive flesh.
“I can’t—it’s too much!”
But even as I squirmed, trying to get away, my traitorous body responded. The tension built again, faster and sharper than before.
"Come again.Now." His snarl was punctuated by a brutal thrust, sending me tumbling into another shattering orgasm.
Amidst the swirling vortex of colors and brilliant light, I was faintly aware of his groaning. With every muscle spasm and orgasmic contraction, I felt the hot splash of his release spill out of my pussy and onto his skin.
His head fell onto the back of the black velvet couch and I collapsed against him. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. My clit throbbed in the last few echoes of pleasure as more sticky fluid dripped out of me. I glanced down to see streaks of pearly white mingling within a dominant shade of thick purple.
Splaying my fingers over the hard muscle of his perfectly healed chest, I pushed myself up and stared at him in sheer wonder. I could hardly believe what I’d done.
I’d just fucked the caterpillar.
A soft groan caught my attention. Hatter was now dressed and sitting patiently in the nearby chair.
“Well that was certainly invigorating.” He stretched his arms over his head, joints popping. “I feel like a new man.”
Callister snorted. “As if anything could make you normal.” But there was an edge of fondness to his words.
“You did wonderfully, Alice. Absolutely superb,” said Ransom. He was also dressed and adjusting a gold club pin on his jacket lapel. “You’ve managed to bring them both back to perfect working order.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest at his praise, and at the tender pride in his face as he looked at me. I felt so content in that moment.
So safe. So cherished.
He quirked a brow at the mess of fluids between us, but there was understanding in his eyes. An acknowledgment of the bonds that had been forged here today—bonds that would only grow stronger with time.
“You can get up now,” Callister murmured beneath me, threatening to break the spell until he added, “unless you want to sit and stay while.”
“I can barely feel my legs,” I admitted as I tried—and failed—to crawl out of his lap.
He gave a nonchalant shrug and a smirk that was almost playful.
“I don’t mind, as long as you make me another one of those pumpkin spice cigarettes.”
I had one in my hand within seconds of imagining it, along with a glass of water that I immediately chugged.
A pair of brilliant green eyes appeared in front of me, floating in the air without a body.
"It seems I've missed quite the party...”
Oh fuck.
Chess.
My heart leapt at the sound of his voice, even as guilt flooded me. In the aftermath of such intense passion, I’d completely forgotten about him.
I felt terrible.
From the sticky warmth of Callister’s lap, I watched him materialize before me. One hand was wrapped around the hilt of the Vorpal Sword. The other held a small black book. His curious eyes washed over the room, taking in the scene, his expression unreadable.
Only his mouth twitched.
