Page 143 of Hate Me

“God,” I gasped, throwing my head back.

Then Caspian’s hand was sliding inside my shorts, his fingers dragging through my folds and making me squirm on the bed and moan out into the room.

It wasn’t wild and out of control as usual.

No, they were taking their time.

They were worshipping me.

And I’d never felt so adored in all my life.

The words left me easily, “I love you. I love you so much.”

“Beautiful, we love you,” Bastian said, lifting from my breast and stroking my cheek.

“Love you, darling,” Caleb told me, kissing my neck.

Caspian stroked his thumb over my lips. “This is what it is to be loved by us, Skylar.”

I smiled out at them.

It was more than even love.

It was belonging.

They were my home.

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~Caspian~

“Sven, I’m well aware. Yes, of course we’ll move on this. Send me the tactical plan. Because I want to review it. Well, I do now, so send it over. Good. Talk to you later.”

“Fuck,” I heard Caleb mutter as he paced out on the patio smoking up a storm.

My phone buzzed in my suit jacket pocket and I pulled it out to see a message I’d been waiting on.

Luke: Frank Bennett has received our message regarding Wheeler.

Caspian: His reaction?

Luke: The way you intended. He’s pulled himself from a deep cover mission. Tracking Wheeler.

Caspian: Excellent. Briefing in ten minutes regarding impending strike against Bane.

Luke: Roger.

I stowed my phone away, then walked out onto the patio.

Caleb spun at the clack of my Louboutin’s. “Cas, hey.”

“You need to go.”

“What?”

“You need to go to your team, deal with the situation at hand.”

“You’re on the eve of a major fucking battle. If you think I’m gonna leave and—”

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