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“I love you,” I say, then kiss the ever-loving hell out of him while he brings me closer to my bliss.

“I love you.” He whispers over my lips, “You’ve ruined me… in the best way.”

32

HUNT

ARRAN

Iknow hiding out at Amira’s is for the best, but I wish we were back at our lake house. There’s no space to move in this tiny cabin. We aren’t little creatures. Well, the magical creatures are, but they are running around without a care.

I envy them.

My skin itches to claim my mate. Instead, I’ve had to listen to Maxum giving her pleasure just mere feet away.

Flint stares at the door, longingly. And Calder surprises me by doing the same. He even casually grinds the heel of his hand against the erection contained in his tight pants.

I can’t stand it anymore when I hear her shout out with her orgasm. I crash through the door. She’s dripping wet and bent over the vanity with Maxum taking her from behind. His hand is wrapped around her hair, pulling her head up and making her arch her back. In the reflection of the mirror, her eyes lock with mine.

Maxum has dropped his glamour. His horns are out and his skin is deep red. With a loud smack to her ass, he orders her, “Look at me when I come inside you.”

“Oh, fuck,” she hisses, turned on by his demands.

He finishes inside her, crying out her name.

When he’s done, he glances over his shoulder, grins wickedly, and pulls out. His hand knotted in her silver hair, holds her in place with her ass in the air and on display.

“Clean her up,” Maxum orders me.

I fall to my knees and lap at her swollen and abused pussy, cleaning out Maxum’s spicy cum.

“Arran!” Jade shouts and squirms. “Holy hell.” Her body is on the verge of another orgasm. I can feel it.

I also now sense Flint standing in the open doorway, watching.

“Do you wish to join us, gargoyle?” Maxum asks with a bit of mirth. He loves this new side of our reserved pack member. “Maybe have Jade suck your cock?”

“I do, but this is Arran’s moment. So I will refrain and just enjoy our mate’s sounds of pleasure.”

I’m thankful for Flint’s judgment, because I don’t know if my berserker could hold back if he touched Jade. He’s barely holding out from coming forward and taking control. He’s putting up with Maxum’s hand on Jade’s lower back only because he’s allowing us to clean her out.

I’m pretty sure my berserker is going to insist on licking out their cum whenever he can, to remove their scents. His small protest that we have to share our mate.

My nails turn to claws as I get excited by this thought, the tips dimpling her plump ass.

But my naughty witch loves that feeling of danger, and she immediately comes on my tongue.

I want to dive into her pussy and knot her, but I must wait. It will be a sweet torture. But I have a surprise brewing in my mind—one that I believe she will enjoy and will scratch one of her fantasies off her list.

So instead of satisfying my urges, I pant and lean back against the open door, still on my knees.

“Did you like the wolf tasting you?” Flint asks. “And the demon fucking you?”

Stars and stones. Even I’m turned on by his gravelly voice, dirty talking after all these years.

His two thick fingers slide down her ass and dip into her honeypot, stretching her. “Are you sated, my witch?”

“Flint,” she whines. I can hear in her voice she is spent. “Why do you have to be so fucking sexy? But…”

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