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Diana took a deep breath, as if she was steeling herself to go right into the middle of a bloodbath. She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. “Please, make me come.”

“There you go. You used really good manners, dollface,” he praised her as he positioned her onto her back. “I want to see your beautiful face when I make you come.”

She melted into the mattress, and I laid next to her. “You’re a goddess, Diana.” I bit her nipple before pulling it into my mouth, alternating between biting it and sucking the pain away.

Desmond’s steady, deep thrusts inside her pushed her slowly to her climax. She babbled, begging him for release.

“Please, please, please,” she cried. “I need it.Please.”

Desmond pushed her hair out of her face with a rare tenderness he only showed occasionally. As he kissed her lips, I snaked my hand between her thighs and flicked her clit. Her thighs shook so intensely, and I held my breath as I waited for her to detonate.

Fuck Mal, she’s like a vise. Keep going,he growled through our mindlink.

I sped up, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Her entire body glowed a violent, vibrant gold before she came, sobbing through their kiss. Desmond grasped under her knees and thrusted deep one last time, knotting her. After we all caught our breath, Desmond rolled over so they laid on their sides.

Sidling up behind her, I snuggled her as closely as I could, holding her tightly.

Masculine groans floated through the room, and I looked on the other side of the room. Bash was plowing into Azazel, hoisting the larger man against the walls by his thighs. Ares sat in the chair by the bedside, watching them intently as he slowly stroked himself.

“Are you okay?” Desmond asked her before kissing her forehead. “You were so good, my perfect doll.”

She rubbed her tear stained face in his neck, then kissed his cheek. “Yeah, I’m just crying because that was so…intense. If my brain was online, I’d come up with a better word.”

“Do you need anything?” I asked.

“Yeah. One of those cherry colas, please. Thank you, Mal.”

Desmond caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. “Your manners are music to my ears, dollface.”

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DIANA

Ifelt like I got hit by a train. Then the conductor said,“oh shit, I went the wrong way”, backed up, then ran over me in reverse. For fuck’s sake, I couldn’t even get out of bed, I was so tired. We stayed up all night, our sexcapades lasting until at least four in the morning. My immortality meant I healed quicker–so I just ached down there–but it unfortunately didn’t mean I could forgo sleep. The old school clock the guys insisted on keeping on the bedside table flashed nine. I couldn't have slept longer than four hours.

Ugh, today will suck harder than I sucked Bash last night.

At least the guys weren’t here to snuggle with me or talk to me. I needed some me-time to get my shit together. I laid there, content to enjoy the rare silence of an empty bedroom, something I rarely experienced living with five men. When I was finally able to roll over, I saw a note on the other pillow. Mal was one of the most thoughtful people I’d ever met, even when he aided the guys in edging me to the point where my nipples felt like they were going to fall off.

Diana,

We decided to let you sleep, because you literally wouldn’t wake up. Desmond had to check you for signs of life this morning. Sleep in and get as much rest as you can. There’s a berry and granola parfait in the fridge for breakfast.

Love,

Mal, Ares, Bash, Desmond, and Zaz

PS, Desmond: You wouldn’t be so tired right now if you weren’t such a brat. Just saying.

PS, Bash: You’re really angelic when you sleep, and I’m angry I can’t watch you.

PS, Zaz: Please link me and let me know if you need anything for pain or a potion for a boost.

PS, Ares: I already miss that wet pussy.

I laughed to myself. They were too much sometimes. I planned to take Zaz up on his offer though, because as far as I was concerned, I needed a triple boost just to sit up without my core muscles giving out.

“Um…Diana…” Oisín’s voice sounded like it was coming from the living room. I snapped my fingers, magically throwing on some leggings and a sweatshirt and stuffed the note under my pillow, praying to the universe he wouldn't come in here. He was such a ball buster sometimes.

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