Page 46 of Foxes of Legend

“Sana!” I hissed, covering my cheeks and closing my eyes as both my Fated turned to me for a moment before returning to their fight.

“What?” she asked coyly. “Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

“Not Mel,” I said, thinking of her comments about how slutty it was.

“EspeciallyMel,” Brynn said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Sana poked two fingers together in front of her, “Do you keep it one on one or...like…” Sana entangled her fingers from both hands.

“Oh, goddess, would the two of you please shut up,” I begged, peeking at the fight between Seven and Kairos once more, knowing their keen ears heard everything.

Brynn rolled her eyes, “Oh, come on, we’re your friends. And you aredefinitelythe most experienced here with three mates. We deserve some of your wisdom.”

“Wisdom? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I know nothing about that stuff. And, no, we haven’t mated yet,” I whispered, desperately hoping for a topic change.

Seven turned as soon as I spoke, stalking toward me and closing the distance. Kairos matched him, both prowling towardme like prey. Seven rounded behind me, causing both Brynn and Sana to back ten feet away. Neither made any move to escape watching the show. I’d say they even looked excited about the trouble they’d caused.

“You call what we didnothing?” Seven whispered from behind me, stroking my hair over my shoulder so his teeth could graze against my neck.

Kairos approached, his eyes only for me as he spoke. “Girls, training’s over for today. Our Fated needs other forms of instruction.”

“Kairos!” I squealed, concerned that I actually might die of embarrassment.

My so-called friends died of laughter at my expense. And they only laughed harder when Kairos leaned over, tossing me over his shoulder. I dismally waved goodbye to my friends as he carried me away, making sure to feign some indignation before they got the wrong idea.

“Why am I always being carried? I have legs, you know!” I hollered, drawing more attention to myself from the other students.

Kairos carried me like a sack of potatoes, his arm wrapped around the backs of my knees and blood rushing to my head from draping upside-down over his back. He made it look effortless with the help of his super-strength. Seven stalked behind us, a secret sneer telling me he knew something I didn’t.

When Kairos entered the dorm room, I let out a relieved laugh, “You can put me down now. I think you made enough of a scene.”

Neither responded, instead, I was carried over to the bed. Seven watched as Kairos placed me onto the mattress.

“Hold her wrists,” came Kairos’ stern command.

Seven swooped around, kneeling by my head, staring down at me as he firmly held my wrists in place above me. Kairos tugged at my leggings, and then my panties, leaving exposed to them.

“Wha-a-?” I stammered at the movements and Kairos’ head lowering between my thighs.

His tongue swept over me and I gasped in shocked delight. Seven’s lips crashed against mine, taking my open mouth and using his tongue to silence me. I moaned against him as Kairos’ tongue stroked me to oblivion, probing into me as Seven’s did my mouth.

Seven’s teeth bit at my lip gently as he pulled away, I was gasping for air, my entire body quivering, climbing toward the edge—

“Take her, Kairos,” Seven encouraged, causing Kairos’ to withdraw as well. His mouth glistened with my essence, a bulge straining against his pants.

“Not without Enko,” Kairos said.

“You know his feral side is never going to play nice,” Seven groaned, earning a sharp frown from Kairos. “How does she taste?”

“Try,” Kairos said. I lifted my wrists, but Kairos took Seven’s place, pushing them back down. “No, Dove, stay still.”

He stared down at me with his stormy blue eyes, a tornado about to ravage me for disobeying. His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, beginning to show an inch of skin, two inches of my stomach.

“No,” I panicked, thinking of my scars ruining the beauty of our moment, “I want my shirt on.”

Seven raised his eyebrows, watching Kairos tug the shirt back down before lowering his head. Neither seemed bothered by the request. I gasped as Seven’s mouth met my sex, more ferocious than Kairos. Kairos’ mouth met the crest of my breast, sucking around the fabric, then the same with the other as Seven droveme mad. His tongue ravished me, twisting and curling right to my sensitive peak. Kairos kissed and sucked his way up my neck, along my jaw. I cried out as I reached the edge again—

“Goddess, she’s so responsive,” Seven remarked as he pulled back, his fingers replacing his mouth as he moved in tantalizing slow circles. A tremor ran through as his fingers glided over me, pulling me back, but not too far.

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