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“What did you wish for?”

She pops on her toes and kisses my chin. “Can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

Stepping off the star, she pushes me onto the spot. I catch her eyes and soak in this moment together, our first genuine moment together, then I close my eyes and spin.

22

Nils

Meggie: Meet us on the roof

Us. That little word makes my heartbeat pick up. The rest of my pack mates are all here in the apartment, but Meggie and McQuinn have been missing for hours. I don’t want to make assumptions, but the text makes me hopeful they’re together.

“I’m going out,” I holler at no one in particular before bounding out of the apartment towards the emergency exit stairs. I take the steps two at a time. The door swings open with a bang and I see them immediately.

My heart sputters and swells at the sight.

Someone’s left lawn chairs up here, but the roof is empty apart from Meggie and McQuinn. He’s leaning back in a rickety chair that looks like it might break at any moment and Meggie is straddling his lap.

They’re laughing about something. The sound is the best music I’ve ever heard. Even better than Satan’s Panties. I chuckle to myself, and they turn to look at me.

A wide grin splits Meggie’s face. Behind them the city of Paris stretches out full of possibility but I couldn’t care less about the beauty of it, because the view in front of me is too stunning. The early evening light makes them look like angels and the devil in me wants to come out and corrupt them.

I haven’t been very dominant with Meggie yet. Our moments have been sweet, completely opposite from most of my sexual experiences with McQuinn. Though there are those rare occasions I let him take the lead. Right now, I’m not feeling sweet. I’m feeling feral.

I’ve wanted the two of them together for so long, I’m about ready to snap. Some distant part of me knows it isn’t smart to break Harrison’s rule, but damn if I care.

I stalk across the roof with singular focus until I’m standing over them. “Kiss her.”

Meggie looks a little startled at the intensity in my voice, but McQuinn just grins, grabs Meggie behind the neck, and kisses the life out of her while keeping his eyes on me.

When they break for air, I grip the back of McQuinn’s skull and pull him into a rough kiss. His citrus scent bursts bright as I squeeze the back of his neck. It mixes with my mint, fresh and clean, like a new start. When his tongue drags across mine, my skin tingles and my balls pull up tight against my hardening cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Meggie moans, drawing our attention. She wiggles her ass on McQuinn’s lap, and he digs his fingers into my hair.

I smile against my man’s lips, remembering weeks ago when Meggie walked in on us in the shower and couldn’t look away. “You like watching, don’t you, gorgeous?”

She bites her bottom lip and blushes a pretty pink.

“I do, too.” I kiss the tip of her nose, then walk around in front of the lawn chair. “Turn around, gorgeous. I want to see both of you when I make you come on McQuinn’s cock.”

“Oh, shit.” McQuinn’s throat bobs as he swallows.

Meggie scrambles around, so her back is to McQuinn’s front, while I lower to my knees. Neither of them protest or bring up Harrison’s rule. We need this too much. And we all know it.

I unbutton Meggie’s jean shorts, keeping eye contact as I slide down the zipper. She nervously looks around, but she doesn’t stop me. And when McQuinn palms her luscious breasts over her t-shirt, she throws her head back on his shoulder and melts. Nice and slow, I drag her shorts over her hips, down her thighs, all the way to her ankles. I toss them behind me and spread her so her legs straddle McQuinn’s.

“You too,” I tell him.

Hands on Meggie’s hips, he lifts her a few inches off his lap and raises his own hips off the chair. “I’m gonna need some help.”

Cheeky bastard. I grin and quickly yank down his athletic shorts, leaving them to pool at his ankles. He kisses the side of Meggie’s neck and I drag my hands up her legs as McQuinn sits back down.

His long length juts up between her open legs like a flagpole. I palm him, using just enough pressure to push him against her clit. She makes a beautiful whimpering noise that reverberates against McQuinn’s groan. Fuck, this is everything I’ve wanted for so long.

Meggie rocks against McQuinn as I rub the heel of my hand up and down the underside of his length. I know if she wasn’t on blockers she’d be perfuming like crazy right now. She’s drenching his cock and my hand, so perfect.

“Ready?” I ask.

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