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“Because we’ll have to shed our clothes the moment we get home anyway.” That was Rowan. He’s not wrong. I want to feel them against me, to remind me that we’re all alive. That doesn’t mean they can waltz naked through the city.

“Public indecency is still a thing, guys. Amand? Clothes. You need clothes.” The last thing I need is them getting arrested for being naked in public. They share a laugh as they keep trudging through the heavy brush until we’re at the edge of the clearing and nearing their car. Amand sets me down and reaches for a small bag from the backseat that has pants and a few other supplies. “You came prepared?”

“We knew we might have to shift. Now, let’s get you home, showered, and into bed.”

“That’s code for fucking right?”

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Freshly showered and flattened on the mattress, Amand devours my mouth like he owns it. He probably does if the way he’s been nibbling on my bottom lip is anything to go by. Rowan dried me off a few minutes ago and disappeared back into the bathroom for his own shower, my whine of disappointment making him laugh.

“He’ll be back. Focus on me. You’re here, with us, Leviathan.” Amand hisses as he kisses me again, his large hands sliding down my torso. My back arches as I melt beneath his touch, Amand reaching between us to deliver soft and slow strokes to my cock. The haze from a few days ago is slowly settling in again, the absolute need for these men pushing any rational thought from my mind.

We briefly discussed dealing with Vince tomorrow before Amand roughly kissed me in the shower and demanded that this night be for anything other than talking about the case. I wholeheartedly agreed and now that Amand is torturing me as he slowly strokes my cock, I’m only thinking of what this Basilisk did to someone who threatened my life.

“Do we trust Cole’s Alpha? I mean-”

“Not talking about the case, Lev.” His hand leaves my cock and I groan, pushing my hips up to meet his. His fingers push between my thighs, sliding up higher until two fingers are rimming my hole. I bow off the bed, much to Amand’s amusement, my mate stuffing his face into the crook of my neck. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he plays with my ass until I can’t wait any longer for them to be inside of me.

“I need to feel you. Both of you.”

Amand pauses as he pulls back to meet my gaze, his sea-green eyes several shades darker with lust. “Do you really want this or are we moving too fast?”

It’s a strange question when this naked Basilisk is pressed up against me, both of us hard and leaking but I understand why he has to ask. I haven’t exactly been enthusiastic about the idea of mates. “I’ve had time to think,” I whisper, pulling Amand’s face closer so that my words breathe across his lips. “I hated the idea of this but only because I’ve been alone for so long.” I press a quick kiss to Amand’s lips as his arms settle on either side of my head. “And then I thought about enjoying your companionship. I’d use the spare bedroom but that’s not enough. Some part of me wants you both and I really like that part of me.”

Amand sighs as he rolls off onto my side, caressing one of my cheeks. “I won’t push you into a relationship, Lev. That’s not what this is.”

In the few days I’ve known these men, I haven’t known them to be sweet. Caring? Sure. But sweet isn’t their MO. Still, I want both Amand and Rowan to know that I’m not here against my will, that my presence here isn’t just because of fatal attraction. “I’m not asking you to go full speed ahead. Neither of us is ready for that. Amand, I’m asking you to give me a chance to love you.”

Amand chuckles just as Rowan steps toward the bed, the Basilisk bending down to press a kiss to my forehead. I don’t know how long he was listening but it must have been a while. “We’ll get there, Lev. Let us take care of you. Our beasts need this just as much as yours does.”

Despite the haze clouding my thoughts, this moment is much more passionate than the first time we spent together. The lust and desire are still there but I don’t feel rabid with my intentions. Amand slowly rolls me onto my side before propping me onto my hands and knees. Ever so gently, he begins working me open, two fingers slathered with lube from the bedside table. I rock back against his hand, working myself up to an orgasm that’s much closer than I expected. Too soon, I’m grunting through my release but still hard as Amand adds a few more fingers.

Rowan hasn’t moved from the edge of the bed, naked and wet from his shower. “You’re perfect for us, you know that? I wasn’t sure at first but you fit so well between us, Lev.”

His sweet words have me reaching for him, Rowan gladly feeding me his cock as I lose myself to their magic. It swarms around me and pulses through my veins, their venom heightening the moment until I feel like I’m floating between them. Amand slides into my ass a moment later, my mates filling me with their cocks until I can only think of them and not the disastrous world we’ll have to face tomorrow.

In all reality, the chief has already been debriefed but has given Amand and Rowan the go-ahead to bring the case to Vince personally.

I’m just happy that it’s almost over.

“Focus on us, Lev. The world can wait.”

So, I do. I focus on the salty-sweet taste of Rowan’s cock on my tongue and Amand slowly pumping into my ass, his fingers digging into my waist until I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow. Rowan’s hands sink into my unruly curls, directing my pace. We’ll get there. Rowan’s words run through my head, pleasure exploding through me at the thought that I might finally find love in a world that hasn’t offered me much.

This time when I come, I feel like I’ve finally found something I’ve been missing.

A family.

Chapter 21

AMAND

“Ding dong, the witch is dead,” I sing-song, as we step into Vince’s office the next morning. Spending all night curled up with our mate wasn't just perfect. It was everything. I’m sure Lev will claim the bedroom down the hall if we truly do move in together but I’ll never pass up an opportunity to have him pressed up against my chest. Feeling him squeeze my cock of every last drop of my release was like heaven and I hope he’s ready for another round sooner rather than later.

Lev isn’t ready to love. He isn’t ready to hear it either but I think I’ve already started falling for the Chameleon. He’s charming and slightly odd but he has these big expressive eyes and quirky ways that I can’t help admiring. And the way he leans toward us when one of us touches him? I especially love the frumpled Lev who woke up this morning, grumbling about coffee.

He was wrapped up in clothes we discarded last night, mumbling about how cold it was as he rummaged through the fridge. If that’s something I get to deal with for the rest of our lives—however long that might be—I’m all for it.

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