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His hand glided down my stomach, stroking a scar so faded it was little more than a silvery line, and lingering on the curse emblazoned on my torso among skulls and flowers.
"Here," he grunted at Harvey, spreading my pussy with two fingers and making my clit pulse frantically. "I want to come with my mate; eat her properly."
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip with Harvey flicked Kai an arch look but did as he was told, every sensation so much sharper with the hood of my clit pulled back.
"Touch yourself," I pleaded. "Harvey, please."
He peered up at me, holding eye contact as his tongue circled my swollen clit, making everything inside me clench. He didn't look away as he took his cock and pumped fast, understanding my plea. Love and hot, scalding need burned through our bond, lifting hairs all down my body, and I adjusted my grip on his hair, guiding his mouth in an angle that made my eyes slam shut.
I barely heard the drum of the water, barely felt anything except Harvey's insistent mouth and fingers, and Kai's cock jolting desperately in my hand. I squeezed, and he responded with a needy thrust, teeth dragging up my wing, making slick feathers shudder when he groaned against them.
"Please be close," I whined, my body locking, tighter with every second. Frantic need coiled in my lower belly, until I shoved my pussy into Harvey's face, riding his tongue and desperate to reach the edge.
"I'm right there with you," Harvey groaned, his words vibrating through my clit. "I was ready to come with the first taste of you."
Fuck. My pussy clenched. I stroked Kai faster, insistent, silently begging.
"Fuck," he grunted, deep and hot as fuck. When his hand covered mine, guiding me rougher, harder, my temperature rose and pleasure wound so tight inside me that I froze.
"Faster, Harvey," Kai ordered. "That's it, my rose, come for us. You're so fucking beautiful, so good for us. Our perfect mate."
"Fuck," I choked out when the coil of pleasure snapped and I shuddered violently, my pussy suffocating Harvey as a brutal wave of pleasure locked my legs around his head.
Kai must have been holding back, waiting for me, because the second I cried out, his cock throbbed erratically in my hand and his power erupted, snakes coiling around my middle in a possessive squeeze, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he panted and groaned and spilled over my hand.
Harvey's fingers pumped faster inside me, matching the frantic pace of the fingers wrapped around his weeping cock. My body locked tighter, pleasure soaring higher, and when Harvey swore gutturally as he found his release, I bit my bottom lip so hard I drew blood.
For a long minute there was only bliss and relief, interrupted only by the drumming of the shower and our rough breaths. For a long minute, there was only peace.
But my brain function returned too soon, and brought all my anxieties back with it. I didn’t even get three minutes of calm.
It was official; the universe hated me.
4
"Are you done?" Wynvail drawled when we returned to the living room, trays and boxes of food laid out on the table before the fire.
I returned a flat look and said nothing, going instead to Emlyn where he sat in one of the chairs, wolfing down noodles. I kissed the top of his head, echoing the way he'd kissed me on the roof, and hoped he knew it was an apology for excluding him, however accidentally.
"Your clock's broken," I told Wynvail, sitting on Emlyn's lap and smoothing the black shirt and jeans I'd stolen over my knees. We'd raided the wardrobes in the third floor bedrooms and now had clean clothes. I'd stolen a set for Em too, more or less his size. Harvey held them in his arms, but judging by the hawkish way he stared at the food, he might get food all over them. "And I stole these clothes. Who are they for, your girlfriend?"
Wynvail levelled me with a flat look, his silver eyes heavy. "You can't be that dense, honey."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm getting a little sick of you calling me and my mates stupid. What are you eating, Em?"
"Pad thai," he said around a mouthful, and made my heart flutter when he held out the tray to me. "Want some?"
I took a bite of the noodles he lifted on a fork, surprised by the flavour and spice that exploded over my tongue. It was surprisingly hard to find good spice in the part of Hell we lived in. Used to live in.
I stroked salt and pepper hair out of his face before he could try to eat it. "I'll have something from the table; you finish this, Em."
He went back to his meal with a low, pleased rumble, his mate instincts satisfied.
"You won't like that," Wynvail remarked when I reached for a clear plastic box of something brownish. "Eat this."
I glared when he knocked my hand away and held out a container of fried food smothered in a red sauce. When I refused to take it, he smirked and removed the lid. Heavenly smells met my nose, and I barely held in a groan. After our trek to the caves, almost drowning multiple times, and the hollow ruin of grief, I was starving.
"Fine," I muttered, snatching the box from him. The first bite of sauce-smothered chicken, and I couldn't hold back my next groan.
