Page 63 of Catastrophe

“You swear this to me. To us all. You’ll allow us to care and protect you as you care and protect us.”

“I will. I swear.” Her lip trembled.

“You are worthy of our care. You aren’t expendable. You don’t need to prove your worth. We love you.”

Her breath caught, tears dripped from her sparkling violet eyes, and I caught them with my thumb, wiping them away and pressing a kiss to the wet trail on her cheek.

“Then you’ll get what you desire,” I whispered.

With one hand, I guided Charlie’s head, and with the other, I gripped Zaide’s wrist and pulled it toward her core. As they worked her back into a frenzy, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on the turgid tip. When the steady stream of begging fell from her lips, I gave myself a touch of satisfaction with a bite to her breast, and she flew into a screaming orgasm.

My cock seemed to respond as though her screams alone could grip me and pull my pleasure forcefully from me. A siren song with an explosive response. From Charlie’s panting as his forehead rested against Clawdia’s stomach, and Zaide’s rose-gold blush, I think we all embarrassed ourselves. Thank darkness it was only a dream.

I allowed the rope tying her up to dissolve, and she sagged into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and tucking her head into my neck. She trembled like a newborn animal, and I held her tightly and I walked us around to join Zaide on the bed.

“Are you all right, little cat?” Zaide asked, his head tilting from side to side as he tried to catch her eyes.

“She needs a bit of time to come down. Rub her ankles,” I told him, and he jumped to action, plucking a foot from my back to massage the red wounds around her ankle and leg.

Charlie hauled himself onto the bed to join us and rubbed her back. “Tell me that’s not going to be a regular thing. I don’t think my heart can take that.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” I asked.

“I find coming in my pants humiliating, and you said it wasn’t a punishment for me.”

Clawdia chuckled, her whole body vibrating in my arms with mirth. “Stop being petulant, Charlie. Pleasure is pleasure.”

“My cock belongs in your pussy, Clawdicat,” he said in a growl that shocked us all. But then he shrugged and returned to himself. “And you won’t get these weird children if I come anywhere else.”

Clawdia tilted her head as she stared at him. “You’ve certainly changed your tune.”

“Well, if we’re doing this—being a family, getting the powers, saving the realms—we might as well add kids to the mix.” He tried to look nonchalant, but his hand trembled as he combed it through his hair.

Zaide’s laugh was a deep rumble. “You’re still green at the thought, Charlie.”

Charlie glared playfully. “You can’t blame me if my body reacts differently. I’d been alone my whole life until Clawdia and now you two. Give me a little more time to get used to the idea. I promise I will. And in the meantime, I’ll enjoy practicing making them.” He purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck and she shivered.

“Thank you,” she told Zaide, who kissed her hands before she pulled them back to disentangle herself from me.

“Are you well?” I asked, and Zaide came to sit at my side so we all sat on the bed in a tiny square, still touching in some places.

“I’m well.” She gave me a sleepy smile. “It felt a little cathartic, actually.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I’m pained to do so, but I have to leave. I need to wake up to ensure my hunter doesn’t send me to a shelter before I can get him to help me.”

“I pity the man, honestly,” Charlie mumbled. He grunted as Clawdia slapped his shoulder.

I held her hand tightly and asked, “What do we need to know to help you? To find you?”

Clawdia rushed through telling us everything she had learned from searching the witch’s house, seeing the visions of Fafnir’s past, and listening to the guards. Then Charlie told her that Fafnir knew about him but had taken Laurence, which he now presumed dead. Her jaw tightened at the news, but there wasn’t time for grieving the man. It would have to wait.

Zaide told us what he’d learned, without adding details on his captivity, while he played with Clawdia’s hair as though he was loath to stop touching her. We couldn’t understand how Fafnir had promised the defected witches to free their dragons, but Charlie said he’d look into it.

In a rare show of seriousness, Charlie touched both Clawdia and Zaide and said, “We’ll come for you both. Hold on until then.”

Clawdia swallowed thickly, and her eyes glistened with tears.

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