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I come then, falling into the crook of his neck, shaking and crying as Scythe Kharkorous fucks me through it and whispersthat he loves me, that he will always love me, and that I can never get rid of him now. Our powers merge and dance like waters from different oceans mixing, glimmering and dancing like sunlight under water.

A regina who found her mate again.

Scythe runs his warm hands up my spine as Savage appears with the lube and carefully manoeuvres behind me, his patience apparently exhausted. He presses himself against my spine and kisses my shoulder blade before the cool press of his lubed fingers find my ass. Scythe slows the movement of his hips as he strokes my hair and listens to the moans Savage evokes from me, that band of muscle in my ass loosening and singing with pleasure. My wolf kisses the cleft of my ass before he removes his massaging fingers and presses his cock against me. I sigh as I receive him, then cry out his name as his rock-hard length fills me.

I sit up a little then, placing my palms on Scythe’s tattooed chest to ease backwards onto both wolf and shark. Savage moans his pleasure into my ear.

“Such a perfect regina,” he whispers, flexing his hips just after Scythe. “The most wonderful, perfect girl.”

Lyle lies down next to Scythe with his arms behind his head as if happy to watch. But I reach out to him.

He smiles at me, soft and happy, and suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. The fact that I get to have all of these beasts and call them my own…despite what I did to them. My face must show my shift to sadness because Lyle loses his smile and rushes to sit up.

Scythe strokes my hips with his thumbs and Savage kisses my shoulder, but it’s Lyle who says, “We all forgive you, angel. How could we not? You showedusso much forgiveness.” He presses his forehead against mine and I reach up to his bare shoulders. His breath tickles my lips. “You are the best thingthat’s ever happened to me. You know this, but I’ll tell you a thousand times over to make sure you remember it. Thebestthing, by far.” He plants a soft kiss on my nose and toys with my hair before he frowns. “Who has been washing your hair?”

“Lyle, really?” Savage says. “Aurelia, put his cock in your mouth. That’ll shut him up.”

Scythe’s chest rumbles, and all three of us look at him, lying beneath me, a human Adonis, only tattooed perfection with the corners of his lips turned up. Scythe’s chest heaves, and another rumble vibrates through him.

“Are you laughing?” Lyle asks incredulously.

A soft smile touches my lips. “They’re right,” I say. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Lyle leaps to his feet, and we bounce on the bed from the impact. Savage steadies us both as I reach for my lion’s thickly veined cock, standing erect at the thought of me. My mouth waters and I eagerly slide my tongue along the underside, tasting a vein before taking him into my mouth.

He grunts, calling me angel as I savour the taste of him, tasting the man and the amber power that reaches for my own.

We find a delicious rhythm, then. Having the three of them, touching me, in me, around me, soothes three broken pieces of my heart. This is where I’ve belonged. Where I’ve always belonged.

Lyle comes in my mouth quicker than ever before, shuddering and clutching my face. I know now that he’s been holding out since I left, and I gulp his cum greedily, squeezing the base of his shaft.

“Every drop sweetheart,” Scythe says as Lyle clearly struggles with his words. “He’s been waiting for you.”

My muscles squeeze of their own accord and Savage groans into my neck, clutching my hips and coming with a shout. The movement jerks me around and Scythe grabs my right leg,supporting it through the jerking movements of my wolf and lion emptying themselves into me.

“More,”I groan into their minds.

Scythe pumps into me, short, firm strokes, unblinking eyes boring into mine, as if he’ll blink and I might be gone.

“I’m never leaving again,”I tell them, before Scythe gasps and comes as well, his back bowing, power shifting into me, claiming me.

“And don’t you ever fucking forget that promise,”he growls.

Chapter 77

Lyle

Aurelia doesn’t speak much after we wake tangled in each other’s arms. She’s not her usual attentive, mouthy self. There are no retorts for me, no playful expressions on her face. Her black mane of hair is thinner than before, her human skin papery, those eyes dull.

It speaks of great and terrible suffering.

I want to bundle her up and hide her away from the world, keep her safe in my arms so that none of the motherfuckers can hurt her again. But it also confirms that we did the right thing during her absence. That we murdered and maimed for the right reasons.

Scythe catches my eye, worry bleeding through those once cold icy blues. We both know what was likely done to her. She’s not pregnant—we all knew that straight away, nor has any foreign male forced his way inside of her.

The world was saved from our furore due to that, at least. The things we would have done to the male who’d touched her would have made the devil himself gape in horror.

But we do haveoneparticular male who may get a similar treatment, and to our luck, that bastard presents himself this afternoon, right at our hotel doorstep.

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