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I try to focus on his words, on the way his body moves against mine, on the building tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. It's almost too much, the intensity of it all.

"Guide yourself through it," Kael continues, his hands sliding up my thighs to cup my ass. "Imagine every push, every grind, every stroke bringing you closer to the edge."

As if in a trance, I begin to move faster, harder, chasing the elusive peak. Kael's guidance seems to unlock something deep within me, allowing me to surrender to the sensations.

And then, suddenly, I'm teetering on the brink. "Kael!" I cry out, my voice a hoarse whisper.

"Come. Now."

His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, crying out as a powerful orgasm crashes through me. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.

At the same moment, I feel him swell inside me, his own release hot and pulsing. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he empties himself into me.

And then I feel it, his orgasm and the feel of his desire for me through our binding and it throws me into ecstasy a second time. My vision blurs and the room dissolves and I'mfloating in the pleasure, the presence of him and his lust for me all around me.

Slowly, I return to my body, my eyes fluttering open. I realize, now, why Torin wouldn't agree to take me. Why he wanted my first time to be with Kael, since I am bound to him.

We lay there, tangled together, catching our breath as the aftershocks of our climax ripple through us. After a moment, Kael lifts his head, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart race anew.

"You're mine now, little huntress," he declares, his voice low and possessive. "Body, soul, and magic. And I'll never let you go."

Chapter

Thirty-Four

FINN

I’m in my chambers, leaning over my desk, going through some old scrolls when I hear the door creak open. I don’t look up immediately—too wrapped up in what I’m doing, too absorbed in the quiet of the room. But then I feel the presence. The unmistakable, irritating presence of Torin.

I don’t know why he has to barge in like this, but here he is. I know he’s not here to discuss anything important, so I don’t bother with pleasantries. My eyes stay on the parchment, my fingers tracing the worn edges of the old map.

“You know,” Torin’s voice breaks the silence, low and almost casual, like he’s not about to drop a bomb on me. “Kael just took Sable’s virginity.”

I freeze for a second. My heart skips a beat, my fingers clenching involuntarily. I try to mask my reaction, but the weight of his words hits me like a punch to the gut.

I glance up at him, disbelief creeping into my voice. “Torin. How the hell do you know that?”

He’s leaning against the doorframe, that same smug grin on his face, and the bastard lookstoopleased with himself. “Because I was listening outside his door, obviously,” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Wanted to hear my little kitten come for the first time, on a cock. I made her come earlier today, but with my fingers.” He pauses. "Or, was it with my tongue. I can't remember."

I feel a rush of heat flood my chest. The jealousy is a familiar, ugly thing that creeps up inside of me. I don’t want to acknowledge it, don’t want to let it show. But it’s there. Tight in my throat, a bitter taste in the back of my mouth. I swallow it down, pushing back the feeling, focusing on his words.

I force my tone to stay neutral, unaffected. “I could care less what Kael does with her,” I say, keeping my voice calm, though I know I’m not fooling anyone. Least of all myself. “She’s supposed to be our prisoner. If Alpha wants to fuck his prisoner, then he’s within his right to do whatever the hell he wants with her. Not for us to question it.”

Torin’s grin doesn’t fade. He knows. He knows the control I’m trying to maintain. “Is that right, Ghost?” he drawls, stepping farther into the room, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re really okay with that? Watching your brothers claim her one by one, knowing she’s...ours?”

I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the way his words hit harder than they should. “She’s not ours,” I bite out. “She’s a prisoner.Period.Whatever happens between her and Kael, or you for that matter, is none of my concern.”

I try to make it sound convincing, but even to my own ears, it’s not. The truth is, I hate it. Every second of it. I hate that she’s been claimed, and I hate that I’m not the one who got to be the first to touch her, to make her feelmine. But I’m not going to admit that to Torin. Not now. I don't even want to admit it to myself because I don't understand it.

He’s watching me carefully, his eyes flicking over me like he’s reading every inch of what I’m trying to hide. “Mm,” he hums, a mock thoughtful look on his face. “Sure. But I think we both know you’re lying. I can feel your jealousy from here.”

I don’t respond, don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me crack. But he’s right. Healwaysknows when something’s off. The worst part is, I don’t even know why I care this much. It’s not like she’s mine to claim. She’s a prisoner, a pawn in this whole fucked-up game. And now just a means to an end to defeat Rothgar and rid ourselves of a problematic warlock hunter in the process.

I stand up from the desk, needing to move, needing to get away from this conversation before it goes anywhere I don’t want it to. “I don’t care,” I repeat, louder this time, trying to convince myself. “She’s here for one reason. To be our prisoner. Nothing more. I’m not going to let her fuck with my head the way you two clearly don't seem to mind.”

Torin just watches me, his eyes narrowing with that signature knowing look. “We’ll see, Finn. We’ll see.”

His words hang in the air are like a weight that won’t lift. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to be affected by Sable, not in any way. But there’s something about her. Something about the way she challenges me, the way she makes me feel alive, makes me want toclaimher in a way I haven’t felt in years.

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