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My whimper turns to a scream as I’m dragged straight into the fire. My world explodes, both mentally and physically. Heat engulfs me, flaring out from my core and taking my soul with it.

The hazy, floaty feeling surges up and steals me away on its current, and I happily go with it.

Knowing that I made them feel as good as I do is my last coherent thought before everything goes black.

Chapter 23

Darcy

Princess’s body is completely lax on top of mine, and I know she has either fallen asleep or drifted off into subspace.

I keep stroking her sides, knowing that too many sensory changes will shock her out of wherever she has gone, and if that is subspace, coming back to this room with us too quickly will be a terrible drop for her.

Turning my focus to Hudson, I check in with him. “Is she okay?”

He kneels on the bed and gently touches her face, carefully looking into her eyes and then grins. “Yeah, she’s floating.”

I glance at Derek as he sits back on his heels, closing and lowering her legs carefully before gently massaging her thighs. “She was fucking magnificent.”

A deep-seated happiness spreads through me, and I grin back at him.

“The room set up when we’d first entered…” Xavier trails off as he sits on the other side of us and reaches up to stroke her hair. “How did she know?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. But it was perfect. So fucking perfect.” I press a kiss to her hair.

All of us keep our voices low, not willing to wake her up.

I huff out a quiet laugh and give her a tiny squeeze. “I have the insane urge to keep her.”

“Me too,” Hudson replies as he picks up one of her hands and threads his fingers with hers so that they are holding hands.

Xavier grunts in agreement, his fingers still fiddling with her hair.

Emmy’s body trembles, and she makes a tiny mewling sound before turning on her side and trying to curl into my chest. My gaze zooms up to Derek’s as I curl myself around her, cradling her to me.

Derek gets off the bed and walks around to the closet. After opening it, he pauses, staring at something on the shelf before reaching up and pulling out a blanket. He drapes it over the two of us, making sure Emmy is completely covered. When everything is settled, he looks at each of us. “What do you think about extending the invitation for the entire weekend? We can take her back to the apartment.”

My gut tightens. We’ve never taken a group play there. But I can see Emmy in our play room. Lounging on the couch. Hanging from my hooks with my ropes. Strapped to Xavier’s table. Bound to Derek’s cross. Crying beautifully on Hudson’s floor. “Yes.”

Hudson and Xavier echo my sentiment, and Derek relaxes.

“Double the gift?”

“On top.” I don’t give a fuck about the money.

Derek nods.

“What about after the weekend?” Xavier rumbles as he twists a strand of her hair around his fingers.

The room goes quiet.

“Let’s just get through the weekend first. She might not want to extend the invitation. This might have been a one-off for her. Something on her bucket list she wanted to check off. We’ll wait until she wakes up and we’ll ask her. Give her all the details about the apartment and what it will mean.”

“Give her more of a taste of what we all want,” Hudson adds. “Tonight, she got a peek of what we want as a group. If she says yes to the rest of the weekend, we have forty-eight hours to introduce her to our individual kinks. If she can’t handle the weekend, then the question doesn’t even need to be asked.”

We all nod.

But I can feel it. The hope.

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