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“If I didn’t know we needed you to win, I’d tie you to my bed and make you stay home while I slay the demons,” he threatened.
“I’d never let you get away with it. I don’t need someone else to fight my battles for me. Just to stand beside me. To fight with me. We’ll keep each other safe,” I vowed, planning to do everything in my power to make sure we all made it out of this alive.
“Lorn,” Dason whispered my name, pressing his forehead to mine and breathing me in. Memorizing me. “You gave each of us a direction and a purpose when we were all so fucking lost. I can’t lose you.”
I gazed down at him with all the love I had to give and gently stroked along his scruff covered jaw.
Even though it killed me, I couldn’t promise he wouldn’t lose me, just as he couldn’t promise I’d never lose him or the others. I wouldn't use empty words. He was too important to me for that. So, I stared down into his storm gray eyes and made him the only promise I could. “I’ll always be with you.”
“Yeah, that’s not enough. If you leave me, I’ll storm the veil itself to find you and bring you back.” He chased his declaration with a possessive kiss.
Dason’s nails shifted to claws, and he made quick work of slicing through my remaining clothing, unwilling to separate from me long enough for me to strip.
He worked his own jeans down his hips, just enough to free himself. He didn’t get the chance to slam me down on his cock before I lifted myself and slowly lowered over him.
“Yes, little one. Take what you want.”
It was a heady experience to be in control of Dason. He was a man who rarely submitted to anyone, and that he let me own his pleasure was arousing and empowering. The only other person he'd ever bent to was Jolon. I was still coming to terms with the way he’d yielded the position of alpha to another. He selflessly gave up the one thing he swore he never would… for me. It was the greatest show of love and devotion I'd ever witnessed. I ground myself against him, hoping to show him with my body just how much that selflessness meant.
“Own me, Lorn,” he ordered. “All of me is yours.”
Light bruises built on my skin where his fingers dug into my ass, and I curled my arms around his neck, using him as leverage. I rode him, rocking myself against his lap.
The scent of our arousal was overwhelming, and it created a growing need that wound me tight and drove me higher.
The sound of a knock on the door startled me.
“Come in,” Dason boomed.
I turned fifty shades of red as the door opened, knowing whoever walked in would see us together. However, the same thought also sent a delicious warmth through my sex.
A blush stained my cheeks as Jolon walked in and immediately froze at the sight we made. His blue eyes darkened to sapphires.
I slowed, but Dason had none of it. Using his grip on me, he set the pace, lifting me and dropping me over his cock in a fast rhythm that had my head dropping back and a keening moan filling the room. It was so loud; I was embarrassed. I just knew the rest of the house could hear everything.
Dason practically purred as he drove me higher, and with Jolon’s eyes trailing down my body to watch the way his friend fucked me, I raced toward release. It slammed through me so hard that stars burst behind my closed eyes. Dason followed me into bliss. Grunting, his cock pulsed as he came.
“Good girl,” Jolon praised, heightening my orgasm. “Milk your alpha. Take every last drop.”
Slowly, I floated back down to earth, shuddering with aftershocks. Breathing raggedly, I flushed and grinned sheepishly at Jolon.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.” Jolon hungrily stared at me until Dason caught his attention.
“I’m always happy to share Lorn, but did you need something? What's with the basket?” He eyed the picnic basket in Jolon’s hand. His grip on the handle had tightened while he watched us, wanting to join.
“It’s… uh… for you.” Jolon sauntered forward and set the basket on top of the desk.
I wanted to cover up now that the tone in the room was shifting, but Dason held me against him. Flipping the lid, he peered inside.
“You brought me muffins?”
“Syler said I needed some sort of peace offering.” Jolon shrugged and ran a hand through his dark, silver-tipped hair.
“So you brought me… muffins?” Dason appeared confused.
“Fuck. I don’t know, man. Chayton said you’d like them.”
