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“Don’t go easy on her, brother,” Talon said to Cole as he assumed front and center. “She’s had my dick hard all week, anticipating this.”

On they went for the entire ride, rewarding me with breaks in between to recoup before returning to their glorious torture.

After about an hour or an eternity of it, Gable pulled Cole’s car off the highway and parked. Talon removed my blindfold, and I blinked until my vision got used to the light. We were stationary in an extremely long parking lot.

I thought they were going to wring me through another orgasm in front of patrons eating breakfast in outdoor seating or milling about their cars like they promised. I wasn’t sure my body could take it. My muscles cramped from coming so many times in short succession, and my pussy was numb. I need to cool off and rest.

“Take her to the bathroom to change,” Blaze instructed Talon and Cole, who were in the backseat with me after what felt like their fourth or hundredth swap.

One of my men removed my blindfold and helped me out of the car to stretch my legs and find my balance when they trembled from the workout. When the shaking subsided, Talon and Cole took me to the bathroom, the first manning the door while Cole helped me stand and do my best to wash myself below, remove my sticky residue and taint, and fit me into fresh clothes.

Cleaner and fresher, my men marched me out into the restaurant, the scent of pies and coffee hitting me. Warm, wooden floors and matching tables, and lemon walls gave the place a homey feel. Steam hissed as baristas heated milk and poured it into coffee. Ten or so patrons lined up in the queue, telling me this place was popular and served good food.

Blaze and Gable had pushed two tables together and laid out an assortment of pies, sausage rolls, quiches, and coffees. Steak and potato, beef, bacon and cheese, mushroom… and oh, God, was that lamb and rosemary? My stomach groaned with appreciation.

“Sit here, Wildfire.” Cole held out a chair for me, and I planted my weak ass into it. He kissed my hair, pushed me in, and sat opposite me. “This is the best pie place in the Blue Mountains.”

Talon took up space next to him, both holding onto my leg and filling their plates with twice as much food as a regular person.

“This looks incredible. I can’t wait to try them.” I pointed to one of three. “What’s this one?”

“Breakfast pie.” Talon picked up his fork and broke one through the center, exposing egg, bacon, beans, chorizo, and potato. “Here. Try it.” He scooped up some and fed it to me.

I didn’t realize how much I needed the food to replenish my energy reserves after all the clenching. A torrent of flavor hit my tongue, and I was tempted to steal his plate.

“Try this one, Princess.” Gable fed me some of his cottage pie.

And on it went until my belly was full and I couldn’t fit another bite.

Gable consumed the last of his orange juice, wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood, outstretching his hand like a prince escorting me to a ball. “Come on, Princess. Your next surprise awaits.”

CHAPTER 25 - BLAZE

Crowds gathered at the entrance, funneling through the gates, getting searched by security wielding metal detector wands. Handlers guided sniffer dogs along the queues of patrons, searching for illicit drugs. Attendees didn’t seem bothered by the action and chatted in line. The air cloyed with competing perfumes and colognes, and I thirsted to have my power back to cart it away with a breeze.

Clenched muscles in my chest hampered my breathing, and I rubbed at my pecs. Shadows darted about the faces of queued music fans. My eyes darted, searching for spectres amid the crowd.

A bunch of boozed-up tossers hollered as they poured into the festival’s grounds, setting off my internal alarms. Sweat misted the back of my neck. My palms turned clammy, moistening Luna’s hand, and she glanced up at me and stroked my stomach. Gable’s breathing technique wore off once we hit Sydney, and the number of people and opportunities for danger surged.

The sniffer dogs barked, and I crushed Luna’s hand.

She reflexively twitched and glanced up at me. “Everything okay?”

“Fine, sweetness.” I didn’t want to ruin her weekend by worrying about me.

I’d get through it somehow. Just like I got through my first to Gable’s place and my second. Or our trip to visit my folks for breakfast. Or to pick up my sister from the train station when she was in town for the weekend. Icoulddo this. Iwoulddo this. Camus stole my powers from me, Nelle my sense of safety, and I wouldn’t let them take my sanity as well.

Luna shifted to stand behind me, her arms coming around me, hugging me, pressing her nose into my back and humming some song, the sound soothing.

“You good or need a minute?” Gable came to my rescue again.

The first time he talked me through a panic spiral surprised me when Venellan, Talon, and Cole dealt with my nerves by distracting me with investigations and teaching duties.

We all had different coping mechanisms, according to the Academy psychologist. Some put their trauma out of their mind and tried their best not to think about it. Others hid away from the world, too scared to enter it and be abused again, me included to an extent. Those brave enough to confront their shit faced it head-on.

“All good," I admitted, submitting to a security check, the stout male patting me over for concealed weapons.

When we got in the gate, I reclaimed my bonded’s hand, keeping her close to me, her presence, scent, and voice bringing my anxiety down.

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