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A voice from the door filtered into the room, echoing from the main room before growing louder.

“Little fox, I picked out some toys to—oh, Loki’s balls! You bastards got started without me!”

I looked over my shoulder at Arne, briefly able to see his silhouette in the door. He carried a bundle of dildos and naughty toys in his arms, sticking out at all ends, like a perverted, skinny Santa Claus.

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as my men continued to fuck me through my staccato chuckling.

I was losing my damn mind.

Arne dropped the sex toys with a clang, springing out of his clothes like a gods-damned cartoon. He waded into the water, slapping Grim’s ass and earning a growl from the bear shifter. Arne bobbed his eyebrows and watched the shifter stroke himself while the others fucked me.

Seemed the iceshaper wasn’t outside crying or wallowing in his misery after all.

Arne stepped close to my defiled body, his icy blue eyes glittering. “I heard you give orders to the other boys.” He tilted his head curiously, hand going down to his tapered waist, to theAdonis belt that led to his prize just under the surface. “What would you have your good boy do?”

Chapter 37

Ravinica

ARNE WAS HARD IN SECONDS, his big pale cock above the surface of the water, stroking it with some magical liquids he’d found in the garnish vanity and had liberally applied.

The iceshaper was an indiscriminate lover. I caught him eyeing Grim’s massive rod, squelching lewdly in both hands as he stroked himself.

I let in a ragged breath, watching my lone mate at the edge of the pool with his glittering blue eyes.

What do I want my good boy to do?

He had been through so much. I wondered if he was doing this to try and forget his grief over Frida, or if he was truly horny as the rest of us, possibly from the starberries.

His rock-hard cock said the latter.

Gulping Grim down, catching my breath as Sven and Corym slowed their pace beneath the water, I stared at Arne.

Unlike with my other mates, I gave him a choice.

“What would you like, Arne?”

He swung his long blond hair over his bare shoulder and waded two feet into the water, his eyes never leaving me. “I’d like you to deliver me from my agony, little fox.” Arne’s eyes veered again, from me to Grim and Magnus standing watch overme, naked as the day they were born and alluring as a couple shooting stars.

“All these strapping men are dominatingyou, little fox . . . so why don’t you dominateme? Even the playing field a bit.”

I blinked, glancing at Magnus and Grim off to the side. The hung tormentors shrugged, pouting as if giving their go-ahead.

My face twisted when ideas came to my head. I glanced past him to the bundle of goodies he’d dropped in his hurry to join the action. “Grab me your favorite toy of the bunch, love,” I told Arne.

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