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A blessing and a curse. What was that old saying? A little taste of happiness was worse than none at all? I might have felt less complicated if I could go back to my cold and heartless and singular existence. Maybe after all was said and done, that’s what I would do.

Some more playful splashing, and the water settled with Leon’s lips locked in Dorothy’s. His hand was over her clothing, but comfortably gripping her breast, and their laughter was replaced with a much heavier atmosphere. She bowed her back, pressing her chest more firmly into his palm, and he dipped her low, so her hair was in the water, and her balance was completely dependent on his support. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough, my little fireball.”

She smiled into their kiss, when a jealous Tobias grabbed her shoulders from behind. He pulled her back into his embrace, and planted his lips on her shoulder. He nudged the strap of her wet dress down to her bicep, so he could continue his kisses down her collar bone. “Let me help you relax,” Tobias whispered against her skin.

Crowe made eye contact with me, then as if he wanted to taunt me—see what I’d do—he swept Dorothy away from both of them. “You still have bloodstains all over your clothes, you know.”

“Do I?” She batted her eyelashes back at him. Clear flirtation. I didn’t entirely expected that. “Can you wash it for me again?”

“Only because you’ve been such a good girl.” Crowe reached into the water to locate the bottom of her dress, and she lifted her arms to let him pull it off of her. I refused to take my eyes off his, no matter how nice the view. I knew what he was doing, and as much as I wanted to be able to communicate with Dorothy, I wasn’t prepared to hurt her. My cock would definitely hurt her.

Though as brash as Crowe may be, I couldn’t believe he was ready to commit to sticking his dick in her either. If he was worried about being enslaved to her shoes, swapping fluids wasn’t going to help that. He wouldn’t give into that risk no matter how badly his instincts were begging him to.

So I kept watching him, my eyes narrowed, and I silently dared him to keep going. I wanted to see how far he would go to provoke me.

“How long can you hold back, Talos?”He nudged through our silent channel.“It’s okay if you like her.”Naked in his arms, she let him follow the shape of her body with his fingertips.“It’s even okay if you want to fuck her. She’s not the witch you’re so afraid of, and her skin is every bit as soft as you thought it would be.”

I cocked back my chin, unfazed.Still I kept eye contact, ignoring the way she was being displayed and played in my periphery.I smirked beneath my mask, and I knew he could see it in my eyes.

The slightest spasm and twitch of his muscles told me I hit the right nerve. Crowe seamlessly handed her off to Leon, who pulled her into an embrace from behind. Tobias rejoined in the space between her parted legs. He lifted her hips, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist. He supported her weight as he started nibbling his way down her chest. He lapped the water off her body with his tongue. It wouldn’t be long before he was dipping into a different flavor.

I might not have minded being an idle spectator as Tobias forced her moans into Leon’s mouth. I’ll admit that she was beautifully erotic when she was being pleasured. But Crowe had other plans.

“Do you really want to know how hard that makes me?” He hissed aloud in my ear as he flattened his palm on my chest. He was no longer in my silent channel. He shoved me until my back was against a rock. I could overpower him easily, but I didn’t bother.

He put his hand on my neck and squeezed. A pointless threat against someone who didn’t need to breathe.So angry. Crowe gotsoterribly angry whenever he was called out on his emotions. The beautiful irony of it beingthatwas an emotion too. His lack of self-awareness was adorable.

With a chuckle, he returned to internal communication.“Just because my dick still works, doesn’t mean either of you are special.”A weak attempt to take the upper hand, but I’d let him feel like he’d won this time. I couldn’t help but think the real reason he wanted me to take Dorothy was simply because he wanted to share her with me more directly. It sounded far more‘Crowe’to pretend it was to hurt her, but the longer we travelled together, the more he struck me as being just as desperate to relate to someone as I was, and he was finding that ability in the two of us. I would trust him with Dorothy’s life and well-being on that basis alone.

The scarecrow jerked away suddenly, splashed some water through his hair, then he exited the oasis in a huff. I crossed my arms and smiled to myself as he left. Even when the sound of Dorothy unabashedly reaching climax on Tobias’ lips bounced off the water, I still kept my attention on my immortal confidante. A man of so many secrets and so many lies. Once we killed Sasha and I regained my voice, I looked forward to exposing them all.

Chapter 38

I’d lost myself on Tobias twice, barely able to breathe when he grazed his teeth over the mark he placed on my inner thigh. Shifter sex was ecstasy that I might never be able to get enough of.

Leon decided it was his turn next, hard and straining under the feel of the same orgasms Tobias had just given me. He bent me over a rock with urgency, putting my ass fully out of the water and in his view. He slid into my still trembling and sensitive pussy, and he exhaled shakily as he sunk to his base inside me.

“I’ll never get tired of this heat, my little fireball.” He growled in my ear. He retracted his claws enough to safely drag them down my sides, then he pumped into me. I braced myself against the rocks with my hands to lessen the friction each time his hips hit into my ass. Leon’s hold on my hips was forceful and demanding, and the way that made me feel used and desired and needed and cherished at the same time was all it took to have me on high again. His thick cock rubbed over my G-spot relentlessly, while his own pleasure radiated through my nethers until he was filling me with his come, and I was drenching him in mine.

I was still catching my breath and still quivering when Leon grabbed my hair and yanked me back upright. He pressed his lips to my neck, then he gripped my thighs and hoisted me upwards. My back was against his chest for support, while he had my legs open and my body on display again for my companions.

Tobias took his position in front of me. He drew a line up my center with his hand, smearing some of my own fluids on my clit, then he shoved his own hard cock in, pushing any of Leon’s spilling semen right back into my depths. Tobias took my mouth and my pussy, while Leon played with my nipples and nipped at my neck. I was an unraveled mess for both of my mates, and the following orgasms were impossibly satisfying.

But as much as I enjoyed being wanted like this, I couldn’t help the way my thoughts drifted off to the two men I’d never had.

Crowe had teased me so many times. When he undressed me in the water, I thought that was the moment he meant it. I thought he was going to take me right then and there, and make good on his threats to fuck me to completion. Some sick part of me wanted to know how rough he might be. How demanding he might be. How vicious and punishing and satisfying he might be.

I could feel how hard he was—how big and thick and ready he was, but still he wouldn’t go all the way with me. He’d touch me, he’d tease me, he’d kill for me and corrupt me, but… he still wouldn’t kiss me. He wouldn’t fuck me. He wouldn’t even let me touch him.

I shouldn’t have wanted him to want me, but something about him kept drawing me in. Tobias loved me in a pure way. Leon loved me in an animalistic way. But how would Crowe love me if he could?

Sometimes I thought Crowe cared more about Talos than anything else, though I had to keep reminding myself that Crowe had no feelings. He wasn’t capable of love or humanity or compassion anymore, so all of these thoughts, in all my machinations, where entirely invented in my mind. None of them were based in reality. They were just a hope that he was more complex than the sociopathic puppet he tried to portray himself as.

Speaking of that silent giant…

While I was in the pool, enjoying two cocks at sunset, Talos and Crowe were both back on land. Though today they stood apart from each other, not appearing to be speaking. I wished I could know what went on in Talos’ head. I didn’t know how Crowe had come to open that telepathic channel between them, but at times, I was jealous I couldn’t truly know him like Crowe did.

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