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Chapter 15:

“Songbird.”

Nix swatted away at the annoying sound buzzing in his ears. There was background noise too, cursing and thumps. He grumbled and tried to fall back asleep, his entire body feeling like it was caught beneath quicksand. “Who let the waif in?”

“What was that?” there was a chuckle and the person speaking to him twisted a lock of his hair around a finger and tugged hard enough Nix felt the sting. “That’s just West and June. They’re pissed off.”

West and June?

He shoved at the heavy body draped over him, only managing to wiggle free a few inches before that persistent form settled back over him, pinning him onto the cool surface beneath his upper body and his cheek—

Nix’s eyes popped open.

It took him a moment to adjust, processing slowly that he was in the kitchen at the Roost, bent over the counter with—He hissed when that large cock buried inside of him moved and it all came back to him.

He and Lake had slept together.

No, there was no way that could be called something as basic as mere sleeping. It couldn’t even really be called sex.

The Imperial had fucked him ragged, to the point he’d passed out.

Again.

“The next person who knocks me out on their cock is getting it bitten off,” he growled, but that only earned him a laugh from Lake, who was wrapped around him from behind, and a playful nip at the lobe of his right ear. “Cut it out. And stop moving. It hurts.”

“I made sure to apply more lube,” Lake reassured him. “You’ve only been out for twenty minutes or so.”

“Have you been…” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. Nix closed his eyes again and inhaled. “What is all that noise?”

“I told you. West and Yejun got home a little while ago and found all the presents we left. They’re understandably not as happy about it as we were creating them.”

“Presents?” Good Light. “Shit.”

He meant the come.

Everywhere.

All over everything.

“Seriously?!” a yell came from the floor above them, loud enough to rumble down the stairs despite West’s room being far from the stairwell. “My keyboards?! Isnothingsacred in this house?!”

Nix tried to straighten again only for Lake to stand his ground.

“What are you doing?” the Imperial asked.

“Going to clean.”

“No, you aren’t.” He kissed the back of Nix’s shoulder and flicked his hips. “Leave it. I already contacted a cleaning crew. They’ll be here in five hours and will take care of everything.”

“We are so not making other people clean up all ofthat.”

“I suppose you could tell West and Yejun to do it, but I’m not sure they’ll be pleased.”

Nix was fairly certain they’d both tell him to go screw himself—or, better yet, they’d probably take that as an invitation to add to the punishment Lake started and go a couple of rounds themselves. Judging by the way Nix’s body ached all over, there was no way he’d last that.

“If you’re going to come again, do it quick and get out of me.” He needed a shower. Or several. Better yet, he needed to soak in one of the fancy baths West ran for him. The ones with several bath bombs and silky bath liquids or whatever they were called. “I’m tired.”

“I’m not.”

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