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Consumed by pleasure, my upper body drops to the side, but the men have me, they’d never let me fall, even as I begin to convulse and thrash in their arms, my body contracting around their intrusions as every part of me explodes.

And then, just as I start to think it couldn’t get any better, they brace me tightly between them and start to thrust even harder—together, then in opposition—both seeming to lose control of their actions, driving more erratically, more forcefully inside me.

And still, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel everything—physically and emotionally. Then the ultimate hits. They both come inside me.

Shooting in unison, their seed blinds me with its intensity, and the spunk gives them added lubrication to take me even harder. We all shout out our pleasure, and my never-ending orgasm heightens again.

Chapter

Twenty-One

Blade

Ihaven’t slept a wink, but sleep is the last thing on my mind. Lying in this bed next to Ana, Flame on her other side, I don’t think I’ve been this happy in my entire life.

No. I know that I haven’t ever been so happy. Her eyes move under her lids and a soft smile brushes her face. I hope that she’s having the very best dream, and I wish there were some way to join her in there. I don’t want to be apart from her, even in dreamland.

I finally told Ana how I feel, how I’ve felt for so long, and when my words came out, an explosion of happiness shot off inside me, one that lifted me up so high I may never touch down. I can’t imagine the happiness I’d feel if she loves me back.

And I can’t imagine the joy I’d feel if she ever forgives Crusher. Even if she never forgives him, I’d be happy if she lets him hang around us. The dissolution of our brotherhood seems unthinkable, but at this moment, I could bear that loss far easier than I could imagine surviving the rest of eternity without Ana.

Her eyes flutter open, looking directly into mine.

“Good morning.” My entire being is consumed by a smile.

“Is it morning?” She stretches one arm above her head.

“No idea.” I brush a lock of hair that fell across her eyes.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” Her eyebrows rise, and her teeth peek out to scrape her lower lip. It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen. Her eyebrows attempting to show disapproval, while her mouth reveals her delight.

“Is that a problem?” I ask.

A smile washes over her, and she shakes her head no. Pushing up onto her elbows, she turns toward Flame, still sound asleep. Then she sits and pulls my face toward hers, her warm, soft hand against the throbbing vein in my throat. Excitement stirs inside me, but instead of kissing me, she moves her lips close to my ear.

“Should we go somewhere else and let Flame sleep in?”

Nodding, I take her hand and help her off the large bed. Not that she needs my help, but I’ll take any excuse to touch her. I gather some clothes as she dresses.

This palace bedroom is the most beautiful room I have ever seen—all fancy fabrics, beautiful art, and soft, offset lighting—the furnishings a fabulous combination of antique and modern. The bed itself was like lying on a cloud, and if I’d been willing to waste even a moment of my time with her, I’m sure I would have slept well, like she and Flame both did.

In the living area, Crusher jumps to his feet. Standing at attention, the way we did when The Master entered the room, he shifts awkwardly and then looks down at the floor.

“Did you get any sleep?” I ask him.

He raises his gaze and then shakes his head.

Hand-in-hand, Ana and I walk toward Crusher, and I hope she’ll at least talk to him.

“Someone from the palace stopped by earlier,” he says.

Ana’s gaze snaps toward him. “Who? Why? What did they want? Why didn’t you wake me?”

Crusher raises his hands, as if deflecting her accusatory tone and rapid-fire questions. “Our travel to Ember’s cabin has been arranged,” he says. “Given the daylight hours, and the small window of safety for the second flight this time of year, our first chance to leave is in—” he looks at an ornate ceramic clock on the mantle “—seven and a half hours.”

Reality creeps into my euphoria. “Shit. That means I’ve got maybe seven more hours in the archives.”

Ana moves closer to me, one hand tracing over my bicep as her other holds my hand. “Do you think there’s more to discover there?”

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