Page 74 of My Summer Girl

A voice hits deep within me, almost harsh but not unkind.

She’s with him. Raevar Tora.

“Are they okay?” I can’t help but ask aloud, wondering if they’re happy. It’s easy to tell Dulce’s been receiving pleasure. Both arousing and joyful in kind.

They’re learning each other. The words hit so swiftly that I can’t decipher if jealousy or need fills me. Images of them rutting on a field much similar to this one fill my mind.

Raevar, a tall and quite handsome Orukna, slams inside my mate from below. Her flushed cheeks are biteable and filled with blood from arousal, and my cock aches feeling the hum between them.

They moan in sync as he fucks into her, her body so small compared to his. Envy hits, but it’s not the cruel kind. It’s the kind that wishes to be there, that I guide or even join in on their pleasure.

Raevar’s face morphs as he nears completion, his face darkening with ecstasy whilst holding Dulce like the precious being she is.

His face is sculpted, almost like someone took extra time when creating him, making him all hard edges and adoring smiles.

Sweat slicks his body as she whimpers for more. My little dove is greedy, desperate, and he doesn’t hold back while touching her, bringing her to her release before his own.

“Fuck,” I groan, my body itching for relief. I want to touch them both, feel how their heartbeats taste while they come.

“They’re beautiful,” Verano lustfully sighs, her voice low and husky. My eyes are still closed, watching as the imagery of them fucking each other to orgasm fills every part of me.

“They are,” I admit, nearly groaning the words as an ache so deep fills me. I should be angry, right? That he has my mate in the most vulnerable way... but I’m desperate for them both. I want to devour their moans and control their releases.

Our “no orgasm” rule always had more to do with my lack of self-control rather than not wanting to witness her release. She’s beautiful when she comes undone, a goddess who bows to no one.

“I’ve never felt this turned on,” Vera genuinely admits. With her words, my eyes open, shuttering from the brightness.

“Me too.” I’m still trapped beneath the vines, but around us, yellow meets my eyes. By my feet there are two new blooms. Near my hips rests three, and close to my head, too many to count.

Craning my neck, our eyes meet. Her green ones shimmer with hope. The flowers decorate the outline of her epicurean body, forcing me to realize I wasn’t incorrect about the Fates having something to do with this.

“She’s why this is happening,” Verano says breathlessly. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she begins to sit up, avoiding the flowers. She’s so gentle and soft, standing to watch.

I’m not sure if that’s the entirety of it, but I’ve never known the Fates to be simple. She comes closer to me, her gaze one of wonder and intrigue. A few of her hairs moved in front of her horns, like mine do often. Without thinking about it, I grab them and move them around the protruding brown spikes, knowing that touching them could elicit a reaction I’m not prepared to give.

“We...” She pauses, her voice barely a whisper. “Should get back.”

I nod, thinking of how she’s horny and I’m not far off. We don’t know each other enough for me to push for anything, even if the tether to my mate amps up the way my body hums for release.

It’s not the right time, and I’m nothing if not punctual.

By the time we’ve walked back, the silence is deafening, almost as tumultuous as the sky. I’ve not been here long, but when the sky cries, it matches the turmoil in Verano’s eyes.

I blink a few times as the rain begins its descent. Each droplet is cold and the sky’s color changes from a greenish blue to a purple.

Facing Verano and wondering where Mira ran off to, I’m unsurprised to see a weariness in Verano’s expression.

She’s probably feeling too many emotions and I can’t begin to judge or imagine what they are, but I truly hope it’s not from my denial.

It’s not her, she’s beautiful. It’s my need to know people before I do anything more. It took me a year to give in to Dulce, and I hope it’ll come sooner with Verano, but something tells me the time will come, and we’ll both know and feel it.

“He’s fucking her,” Verano speaks plainly. Earlier, arousal coated her words like a sickly-sweet glass of meinshine. Now, they’re almost as green as her eyes, envious and bitter. I’m unsure if it’s because she’s mad at Raevar or Dulce, but I’m sure it’s a feeling of missing out.

While I can’t say my heart is in the same place, I can understand the need for possession. Dulce is mine. She’s my mate, my world, and one day, I hope she’ll be my wife.

I have this need inside to mark Dulce across her body. Knowing our mate marks are visible at all times isn’t enough. I want them everywhere. Her thighs, her hips, the spot behind her ear that smells like freshly cut peaches, and the sensitive fleshy part of her breasts that she begs me to touch. Any place people can see, the marks need to be visible.

Fuck, I miss her.

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