Page 52 of Beltane

Good Lord, sinking inside her always felt like heaven, like coming home, like she was made for me. Miri rose to turn around, now riding Ivy’s face in my direction, and she leaned in to kiss me. Our mouths connected, and I swallowed one of her groans of ecstasy, where it settled deep down in my chest, amplifying my own. We were magic together, the four of us, and even though Lex hadn’t been allowed to touch us yet, he was still very much a part of this.

His eyes never left our show, and the thrill of taking the ones I loved while the one that loved us watched made me feel invincible. The fairy king could try his best to separate us tomorrow, and I wouldn’t give a shit because we had this…we would always have this.

The surety of that radiated so deep inside me that nothing could shake it. We would make it through this together, all four of us.

I hoisted Ivy’s legs to my shoulders, turning my head so I could bite the inside of her calf while I fucked her. She moaned harder, and Miri leaned forward to rub at Ivy’s clit while she writhed on her face until she fell apart again, her forehead pressed against mine, her desperate pants searing my cheeks and lips. Miri was so beautiful when she came.

Once she’d had her fill, Miri climbed off Ivy to finally tend to her prince of darkness, our proverbial king, the one who bore the weight of the crown so we didn’t have to.

“Should I finally take you?” Miri raised her eyebrow as she teased a finger over the waist of Lex’s pants, his stomach muscles trembling as she licked her lips.

“He deserves to be edged for hours,” Ivy said, her voice croaky and harsh for how long she’d been gagged. Even in the throes of euphoria, she couldn’t resist needling her former nemesis.

Lex groaned and rolled his eyes, sinking into the little contact that Miri gave him. I slowed my thrusts, drawing out the sensations like I’d never get to feel them again. I kissed Ivy’s ankles and spread her legs farther so they fell to my hips. I leaned over her, dropping down to my elbows by her ribs, so we touched from chest to pelvis.

“Are you okay?”she asked mentally, drawing my attention from Lex and Miri.

“Just fine, Miss Washington.”I kissed her gently, stuffing myself deep inside her, making a deliberate display of connection.“Are you okay?”

She sighed and ducked her head into my neck, licking and sucking at my pulse point. Fuck, that felt so damned good, and I picked up my pace.

“Don’t leave me, Carter,”she said.“Please. Whatever happens tomorrow. Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,”I pressed my forehead to hers, forcing her mouth back to mine. She tasted like Miri and wine and her, and it was such an intoxicating blend that I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue deeper into her mouth for more. Always more. Forever more. Always with her.“I promise I won’t. You have me until we die, Weeds. Forever.”

“I love you,” she whispered, low but loud enough for the others to hear.

“I love you,” I repeated. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Do you hear that, my prince?” Miri said, bringing my focus back to her. She had stripped Lex completely naked and now kneeled between his legs, flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock in featherlight caresses that drove Lex wild. He surged his hips up to her, trying to get more contact, but she only grinned and tormented him. “Weeds and Romeo are so in love. Do you love me like that? Are you jealous of what they have?”

He threw his head back, his eyes clenched in frustration, his lips struggling to hold in Ivy’s underwear. It shouldn’t thrill me as much as it did to see him in such a state of distress, but twisted amusement and arousal hit me low in the gut, making me rut into Ivy harder. Lex had always been beautiful in a haunting sort of way. His cheekbones could cut glass and the permanent scowl set between his eyebrows hinted at the darkness he put up as a front to the whole world. It had protected him his entire life, and now that we were so intertwined in it, that darkness had done the same for us. Because of it, he had been suspicious of Poppy when no one else was. He had been able to read the king and the queen in a way we never could. And now, his darkness would see us through the end.

I did believe in fate. I believed all of this had happened for a reason, that we were meant to meet and meant to be a four. We were meant to be together, or this would have happened to four other idiots.

No, we were chosen. It could have only been us.

And here was the proof—I was fucking his fiancée while he fucked the princess of England and after I was done with her, I planned to roll him over and remind him of the promises he made to me four years ago. We belonged to each other. That strengthened us, and it would see us through the other side of this fairy-tale nightmare.

“Good God,” I groaned when the sensations became overwhelming. The scalding heat of Ivy’s cunt combined with the way her body rolled under me and the sight of Miri sucking Lex off, and I nearly came. Lightheaded, I pushed myself up and sat back on my haunches, running my hands over my face and through my hair. “This is too good.”

It didn’t feel real, like I would wake up any second and realize I was freezing my dick off in some Romanian shithole while my costars bickered about who was blocking whose light. I’d been such a dumbass to think I needed the fame to be with my spouses. I should have stayed to see it through after college. I should have done so many things differently.

“Please, Carter,” Ivy said on a sigh. “Please, make me come.”

“Hmm.” I turned to Miri, who sat up and stroked Lex’s cock while she leaned over and kissed me. “Do you think it’s time?”

Miri chuckled and shrugged. “You might as well go easy on her. She tries to be so tough, but she is such a delicate thing.”

Ivy curled into herself and ducked her face into her arm, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink as I picked up my pace, fucking her hard and rough, hitting the spot inside her that I knew would get her there. Suddenly, she wasn’t the twenty-six-year-old congresswoman in front of me. She had become that eighteen-year-old girl I met at college: fearful of everyone she didn’t know, refusing to let anyone touch her. I had been the first guy between these legacy legs, and after nearly eight years, I could say with complete certainty that I would never get tired of it.

I was so proud of her, of both of us, for everything we’d accomplished, for everything we survived. I poured all of those emotions into the way I took her, groaning when her cunt clenched around me so hard, I almost couldn’t hold myself from spilling deep inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and breathy moans fell from her lips, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I loved fucking Ivy Washington, but watching her climax had to be my most favorite thing in the world. To know that I, a mere no one from the Chicago suburbs, could unravel her so completely inflated my ego to epic proportions.

But I wouldn’t let myself go completely. My climax wasn’t for her. I had a bone to pick with my husband, and I wanted to make sure he understood the implications of his actions tonight.

I wouldn’t allow him to keep things to himself. If this was our last night together, then I would demand his complete honesty. What would it take for him to understand we needed him just as much as he needed us?

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