Page 27 of Fritillaria

“Your place is so nice!” Matilda says, looking around in awe. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?”

“Of course not. Let me show you.”

Ivy leads Matilda out of the room and I’m left to my own devices for a moment. I’m more unsure of myself than I have ever felt. Ivy has changed her tone so fast that I’m almost having whiplash.

This is what I wanted from the dinner. But it feels almost too good to be true…

“Hey,” Ivy comes back into the kitchen. She gives me a small smile, but she looks unsure.

“Are you—” Fuck, I’m a stuttering mess every time I am around her. “Is this you giving us a chance?”

I crowd her so that she backs up against the counter, my hands clasping it on either side so that she is trapped for my questioning.

“I’m trying to.” Her dark brown eyes call me in, my face getting much closer to hers.

“I just don’t want Matilda to get hurt again… she was so upset when you rejected her the first time.”

“I said I’mtrying.” Ivy’s hands fist in my shirt. “What else do you want from me?”

She has no fucking idea.

My hands are on her hips, lifting her to sit on the counter as I meet her in a kiss. It’s not a soft and loving moment like my first time with Matilda was.

This is a battle.

Our tongues clash, bodies pushed up against each other, her warmth seeping into me. I’m surrounded by her rich amber and rosewood scent, my body crying out formore.

Her hands grip the back of my neck, her long fingernails digging in as we fight for dominance. She puts up a good fight, but I grip the back of her head, my hand tangling in her hair and tightening. That relaxes her, and I understand more about my mate already. She wants a fight, needs a firm hand, so that she can relax and enjoy herself.

Now she is soft beneath me, grinding against my tail, her skirt pushed up around her hips.

I’m insatiable, but I can’t get enough of my mate. Eventually, she pulls back, gasping for air. Her nipples are pressed hard against her t-shirt, the piercings there clearly visible now.

A noise catches my attention, and I glance to my left to see Matilda there. Her golden eyes are wide, her mouth hanging open slightly.

“Come and join us.” Ivy’s voice is lower, huskier than usual.

Chapter 23

Matilda

My jaw is nearly on the floor when Ivy asks me to join her and Aspis.

They wereincredibletogether.

My pussy is aching with heat from just watching them. When Aspis and I come together, it is loving and sweet. But Ivy and Aspis look like they arefighting.

They are clearly processing a lot and I don’t want to interrupt them. Besides, watching them together is too good to stop.

The full expanse of Ivy’s leg is on display, her skirt pushed up, and I can see the fold of her. I want to touch her there, to dig in my thumb like Aspis is doing. Gripping the door handle tight, I am trying not to touch myself while I watch. My breath is held and I’m doing my best to be quiet.

Ivy whimpers and something shifts between them. She melts against Aspis now, letting him take the lead and explore her properly. I don’t understand what I’ve missed but Ivy has fully given in, grinding up against Aspis in a frenzy.

My hand slips as they break away for air, creating the tiniest sound. Both of their heads turn to look at me, their hungry gazes drinking me in. I am frozen, shame creating a bitter taste in my mouth for getting caught peeping.

“Come and join us.”

Ivy isn’t asking, her voice is laced with an irresistible quality, and she knows that I will obey. My feet move, my mates both reaching an arm out to me and creating a space between them.

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