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Dagny’s eyes widen slightly as Lir jerks his hips forward, showing her how much he wants to do just that. She takes her lip between her teeth, her lids lowering seductively as she pushes her ass back against him.

“I think she’d like it, too.” My smile widens as I slide my palm down her stomach, fingertips teasing toward her core. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Dagny whimpers as I find her clit, and she nods desperately, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I toy with her, pinching that sensitive bundle of nerves and making her squeal.

“So sweet,” I whisper, dipping a finger into her pussy. “And still so fucking wet.”

Lir’s canines lengthen, and he opens wide before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. Dagny cries out, pressing even harder into him, her body quivering with need. I add another finger, hooking them against that spongy spot at the top of her walls. Lir’s hips buck, situating the tip of his cock against that tight little hole at her back, and Dagny’s moan gets caught in her throat.

I pull my fingers from her, grabbing my own cock and positioning it at her entrance, desperate to feel her squeezing me. Coming around me.

Of course, before any of that happens, the door to Dagny’s room bursts open, bringing us all crashing back down to earth. A booming voice fills the air with an equal dose of confusion and fury.

“What the frozen fuck is going on in here?”

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Dagny

“Hello?Is anyone going to fucking answer me?”

The brand-new voice is a distant echo in my mind. I’m too caught up in the feel of Cyprien and Lir to care—too lost to the pleasure of giving in to the bond after so long. Cyprien lazily drags his eyes over his shoulder, his mouth widening to a smirk as he addresses the intruder.

“Roark.You’re just in time. Come and join us.”

Cyprien slides his cock up my center, drawing a breathy moan from my parted lips and making me forget all about the new demon. Lir continues to kiss along my shoulders and back, punctuating each one with a gentle nip.

Something in my chest snaps into place, and the new demon—Roark—steps past the threshold, pulled by that strange invisible force. He stops halfway across the room, shaking his head and causing some pieces from his topknot to fall loose around his face.

His mouth moves silently, the words lost to the intense ringing in my ears as Cyprien continues toying with me. When no one responds, he rolls his eyes. His chest expands with a mighty inhale, and he bellows Lir’s name.

At the sound, Lir snaps upright, his vision hazy as he blinks down at me. The light returns to his eyes, and Lir reels back, his mouth slightly agape.

“Oh gods… what am I doing?” Lir gazes down at his hands like they’re not his own, his face set in shock. “What have Idone?” Lir jumps away from me like I’m on fire, and my chest squeezes painfully at the loss.

Unlike the blue-haired counterpart, Cyprien stays latched on to me, his smirk widening. “No need to act so confused. You knew exactly what you were doing a moment ago.”

Now that Lir is no longer touching me, my senses return. Sight, smell, sound, and taste come rushing back—and along with them comes the embarrassment. Heat spreads across my neck and chest as I blink at the strange new demon, all too aware of my lack of clothing as his eyes skim over my body.

Bigger than Cyprien and Lir combined, the demon crosses arms the size of tree trunks as he surveys me with beautiful violet-colored eyes. A cloud of vapor billows out from his nose with each breath, partially obscuring a full black beard and flowing purple runes that cover the entirety of his neck and chest.

His eyes meet mine, and my breathing halts for several moments as that cord in my chest yanks violently. I wriggle weakly against Cyprien’s hold, mortification creeping up to my cheeks and coloring them a hot shade of pink. With a whine, Cyprien slides his hands to my hips, clawed fingertips digging lightly into my skin.

“And here I was thinking I’d have a peaceful evening after my hunt.” Roark looks between Cyprien and Lir, a heavy crease forming between his brows. “Someone needs to explain what the fuck is happening.”

Cyprien whines but doesn’t say a word. Roark scoffs, turning his attention to Lir, who is still staring down at his hands in disbelief. “You good?”

“I… yes. No. I don’t know.” Lir drops his head into his hands, his voice coming out a tortured whisper. “Fuck, this is bad.”

Roark frowns. “There’s no shame in taking a woman, Lir?—”

“She’s notjusta woman!” Lir snaps, his eyes glowing bright. “She’s Cyprien’s bonded! And now…” His eyes narrow, swimming with a tortured emotion. “Now, she’s mine, too…”

Roark looks at me, his eyes going wide as he catches sight of my shoulder—specifically, at the glowing blue rune pulsing beneath the skin. “Bonded?But… she’s a human…”

“Her name’s Dagny,” Cyprien pipes up. “And I already calledbunnyfor her nickname, so you have to pick something else.”

Roark just shakes his head, looking even more confused. “Why…? How did this happen?”

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