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“Where are we going?”

Ewan casts me a glance over his shoulder, and the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “I need you to trust me, Ivy. I know this is all happening fast and you don’t know me, but you’re going to need me. And soon.”

I chew my bottom lip again, feeling exactly what he’s saying. My body needs him, even if my brain is warring with that fact. “Alright. Where are we going?”

“To meet Florian.”

Chapter Seven

Ivy

There’s a shuffling noise as we descend the stairs, and once at the bottom, Ewan hits a light switch, throwing the dark basement into a low amber light.

“Flor?” he calls out into the space, and there’s a groaning sound from the corner of the room. “Florian, get the fuck up!”

The basement is set up as a nice little apartment with a bed on one side and a small living room and bathroom on the other side. The blankets on the bed shift, but no one comes out from under them. Instead a grumbled, gruff voice calls out, “Go away!”

Ewan looks at me and shakes his head. “Flor is stronger than either myself or Drake. He keeps us from shifting, but Florian has still gone after him more than once. The last time, Drake told him that if he does it again, he’ll kill me, and that finally got his attention. Since then, he’s been refusing to speak to either of us, trying to shut me out, and the other day he stopped eating. I’m genuinely hoping you can help.”

I swallow, trying to take it all in. I thought being with the Forresters was bad, but little did I know the home I would come to would be a veritable hell on earth for my mates.

Ewan walks toward the bed, setting his coffee down on the bedside table before taking mine and doing the same. “May I?” he asks, before settling himself behind me like he did upstairs.

He’s a good deal taller than me, and I notice the same as before—my body regulates, my heart rate becoming slow and steady, my breathing less rapid.

“Florian, Drake found our other mate,” Ewan calls out from behind me as he sets his chin on my shoulder, and when he drags his nose up my neck, my body reacts just like upstairs.

My nipples tighten as he whispers in my ear, “Do you want this?”

I nod, leaning back against him again. “Yes,” I reply, suddenly overwhelmed with his scent and the pulsing throughout my entire body.

The bed shifts again as Ewan finds the waistband of my shorts. I’m hyper aware that I’m still in the sports bra and sleep shorts, in a room with a man I just met and one I’ve never met. But none of it seems to matter to me in this moment. I just want Ewan to give me what I need.

His fingers slip inside my shorts and travel straight to my pussy, but this time, when he slides them between my legs, I automatically open for him, shifting my stance and leaning more of my body weight against him.

“That’s it,” he croons, kissing my neck. “I know what you need. Let me help you.”

Never in my life did I think I would let a man touch me like this again. Especially not after my treatment with the Forresters, but something is just different with Ewan. Something feels right.

My body is alive like it never has been before, sparks shooting through my system as he finds my clit and rubs soft circles around it. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I reach one of my hands up, snaking it around his neck and pulling him in closer.

Ewan nips at my ear and rubs faster. “Just a little something to take the edge off,” he tells me. “You’ll be able to focus after. I promise.”

My brain has been a jumbled mess this entire morning, and I hope he’s right. I don’t feel like myself. I feel like I can’t concentrate on anything, that all these important details about my current circumstances are being dropped on me, but they slip away in an instant. And I know I should be taking them in, putting together the pieces of a puzzle, and planning my way out, but all I can think about is Ewan and his hands on my body.

He reaches his other hand up, cupping my left breast through the fabric, and brushes his palm over my nipple. It aches, but he keeps going, lightly twisting and playing with it, all the while, his cock growing harder against me. I grind back, and Ewan nips my ear again.

“Not yet, Ivy,” he tells me, making me whine in response. “Florian, can you hear her?”

The grunt from under the blankets seems to be a bit less muffled, and I wonder if he’s listening. But before I can pay too much attention to it, Ewan rubs me harder, playing with my nipple and swirling his fingers faster against my clit.

Pleasure ripples through my body, causing my legs to spasm and my pussy to clench as my orgasm hits me. I cry out, arching my back, my thighs trembling as Ewan continues, not letting up against my over-sensitized clit.

“Fuck!” I scream as a massive man sits up in the bed in front of me, throwing off the blankets.

His nostrils flare as Ewan pulls his hand from my shorts, covered in my release, and stretches it out toward the man.

Florian rises from the bed, broad chest on full display, a pair of old flannel sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

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