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Scion’s fingers found my clit, rubbing teasing circles, and once again tension started to rise within me.

I wondered suddenly what it would feel like to have both of them inside me at once…perhaps one day I’d get to find out.

Scion’s fingers moved faster against my clit as his movements began to stutter within my mouth. With his free hand, he gripped the back of my head, urging me to go faster.

“Oh fuck,” Bael murmured, watching us.

I smiled slightly around Scion’s cock, liking the attention of Bael’s eyes on me.

Suddenly, a tension spread down my spine again and I couldn't help but whimper as my body writhed in pleasure. Another intense orgasm rippled through me, leaving me shuddering and breathless.

My stomach clenched, and I rose slightly off the bed as I came, driving Scion’s cock deeper down my throat. He made a strangled noise and followed me into orgasm, Bael not far behind.

44

LONNIE

ABOARD THE FORESIGHT

Several hours later, I woke in the quiet darkness of the cabin. I was wrapped in a comfortable tangle of blankets and bodies. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly content.

Or, at least,almost.

Some strange thought nagged at the back of my mind. Like, a misremembered dream, or as if I were looking for something, and I could not recall what.

Quietly, so as not to wake them, I rose from the bed.

Quick as a whip, Scion’s large hand shot out and circled my wrist. I stopped, startled, and turned back.

His silver eyes shone in the darkness, and his expression was almost resigned as he looked up at me. “Where are you going, rebel?”

I could hear the panic raw in his voice, and something inside me broke. “I’m just going outside.” I smiled. “It’s a ship, remember? I’ll be back.”

He relaxed, and let go of me. “You better.”

My chest felt slightly lighter as I made my way across the room. Slowly, I turned the brass knob and gently pushed the heavy wooden door open.

The salty scent of seawater filled my nostrils as I stepped onto the creaky deck of the ship. It was late at night, and the only sounds were the gentle lapping of waves against the hull and the occasional flap of sails in the wind. The stars above shone brightly, their reflection dancing on the water below.

I let the door close behind me, and strode purposefully out onto the deck.

Out of nowhere, a massive bird swooped down and perched itself on my shoulder. Its weight caused me to stumble, and I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder as talons dug into my skin. I let out a yelp of surprise as I struggled to regain my balance.

Then, I turned my head and grinned. “Quill!”

The bird tittered at me, almost like a greeting. I smiled wider.

I had no idea where he’d come from, or what he was doing here, but I couldn’t deny that I’d missed the strange raven–nearly as much as the prince he belonged to.

Quill and I continued my walk across the deck, and I stopped when I spotted another figure outside in the clear night.

Part of me had suspected that I’d find him here.

Ambrose’s attention was fixed on the horizon as he guided the ship, so he didn't notice me until I walked toward him. At the sound of my footsteps, he turned to face me. He smiled as our gazes connected, but all too fast, his face fell.

Ambrose took a startled step backwards, his eyes widening with horror. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

I looked around, confused. “What?”

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