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“Have you missed me, sweet fire?” His voice was grave against the skin on her neck. Lenna arched her back at the tone, and the muscles in his arms tensed further, his hands grabbing her bare ass so tightly that she suppressed a moan.

Fuck yes, she had.

“You’re not getting any of this until you fucking give me some information about your visit to the Crystal Clear House,” she insisted, more trying to convince herself than him.

Her feet floating in the water moved backwards to grab onto his legs, and… The movement with his hand mid-jump must have been to Take away all his clothes, because her feet curled against his muscled legs. And as he adjusted his grip on her ass and moved her slightly lower, she felt his extremely hard and delicious length exposed.

Jake groaned and pulled back his face to stare into her golden eyes. “You don’t want any of this, do you?” He bit his bottom lip, his eyes glittering with amusement and silver fire, as he moved his hips to make the tip of his cock press against her core.

She wanted to kiss him, fuck him and love him so badly that it took all her restraint to not do it there and then.

But not yet. She grabbed his cock with her hand and started pumping it, and damn if it didn’t heat her even more to see him tilting his head backwards under the sun, enjoying every single movement of her grip. She put the tip of his perfect length right in her opening, not letting go of his hard shape, and moved her hips to welcome just the tip.

Just the fucking tip, because he would not win this one. Lenna saw the smug satisfaction in his dark silver eyes a moment before she went to kiss him, but she stopped right in front of his lips. At the precise moment, she stopped his cock from going any deeper inside her and her hips halted.

“The information,” Lenna demanded. She had no clue about how long she could hold that very-filling length from diving inside her, but she doubted it was going to be much.

“No fucking way. You can’t stop there,” Jake gasped, and went to bite her bottom lip, but Lenna moved her face back an inch, quick enough that he barely grazed her lip. Damn if she didn’t want all of it.

“The information now or I’m getting out of the fucking pool,” Lenna insisted. There was no way she could do that.

“Such a beautiful liar, sweet fire,” he said, gripping her ass tighter and pressing his chest against hers. “Carson is dead, Raoul in a coma, the rest alive and well or healing. Now stop caring so much about them and fuck me, Lenna.”

She smiled. Maybe it was her first name on his lips, that he had obliged or that she had controlled herself long enough to put aside that massive worry so she could enjoy the pleasure all that much more.

Whatever it was, she would take it. As she took that hot, desperate kiss on her lips, and that beautiful, hard-as-fuck cock in her core.

63

Hope

The red moonlight penetrated the crystal walls and ceiling of the apartment in the highest building of the square facing the Sweetgum Beech. Hope hadn’t asked if it was a panom thing or pure science that the crystal ceilings darkened during the day, protecting the inhabitants from the direct sunlight, but became clear at nighttime, allowing that characteristic and exquisite Terrhan tinge of redness through.

That the whole attic could only be seen by those who Ciaran allowed was definitely magic. So was the fact that entrance was limited to mouring, and only for those who he permitted to.

If the Organ Mandor, the Roix Reigner or any roixer only knew that they were right here, in the very center of Corentre, “hiding away”.

The musical show at Sweetgum Beech had been going on for hours, and Hope had enjoyed the loud music and the bright and colorful water fountains for the last few minutes. On the wide balcony, Brendon, Sasha and Indianna had been dancing and laughing non-stop since the very start, emptying bottles of myster as the hours passed.

Maybe one day Hope would get used to the loudness, the busyness, the brightness of such things. Maybe not. Maybe she would always prefer the peace and quiet that nature provided. Maybe she would find a balance.

For now, she welcomed the quiet that followed when she closed the glass door to the balcony.

She walked to the room that had been occupied since they had moured here. The room where Raoul was kept comfortable, attended to every single hour of the day and night. Next to his bed, Nina was reading a book.

“Do you need anything, Nina?” Hope asked.

Nina smiled, looking at her brother with such love and expectation that it was painful to see. Hope had heard Nina talking to him countless times, explaining every single thing that had happened since Verdania, talking about the weather, the flowers of the patio, or about the books she was reading.

“No, thank you. Ayla is kindly cooking me something.”

Hope nodded, grateful once again that the heir of the North Petal had saved Nina’s back during the fights at the Beftac Center, according to what had Nina had explained. Hope believed her. Ayla had ended up quite injured and with cuts on pretty much any visible surface that took a fair amount of time from Ciaran and Indianna until she healed fully. In contrast, Nina had just gotten a deep cut around her neck.

In the past few days in the Crystal Clear House, any time Hope offered Nina a drink, she had kindly accepted, but Hope hadn’t failed to note that there was always a just-finished or about-to-finish cup of nice-smelling teas next to her. She also knew that Nina barely left her brother’s side, and it wasn’t her doing.

Twice, Raoul had muttered something similar to “crannodez” that none of them had deciphered. Nina was convinced that he knew she was there, paying attention and listening to him, and that he was trying to tell her something. So she didn’t risk more time away from him than she absolutely needed, even if Indianna had insisted multiple times that it was important that Nina looked after herself in order to look after others.

After a whole day of crying, Sasha had decided that Carson wouldn’t want her to be a crybaby for the rest of her life and that she should do something more useful than make her very pretty eyes red as fuck.

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