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But I'm happy when she slides down and puts her mouth on me.

So happy that it doesn't take very long, and afterwards, when she pulls me up and tugs me behind her, I barely even notice that I'm naked and sticky.

I just know that there's a lightness in my chest I've never felt before, and I actually feel good about tomorrow.

Twenty-Five

Delilah

As I come home, I expect to step through the front door to a quiet house, say goodnight to Bastian—who is back to sleeping upstairs—make my way to my own bedroom, fall asleep in my bed, and sleep soundlessly. My thighs are aching, my core has had a workout, and I'm in desperate need of a shower, but cleaning off will have to wait until the morning. Every muscle in my body is exhausted, and there's a buzzing energy in the back of my mind, where five brand new presences have settled, each of them vividly different and wholly alive.

Instead of all that, I'm greeted to the sight of my foster mother bent over the kitchen counter, her legs splayed, skirt pushed up to her waist, a veryindecentthing being done to her by my father's former right-hand man.

An indecent thing she seems to be enjoying, based on the moan of ecstasy I catch before I whirl around and shoot back out the front door.

"You don't want to go in there," I warn Bastian, feeling like I've stepped into the plot of an R-rated romantic comedy. "They aren't decent."

Bastian's brow furrows. "Cat and Kerry?"

My poor aunt. She's in the downstairs guest bedroom right now, no doubt plugging her ears and humming loudly. Even now that I'm back on the front porch, and I'msurethey heard me interrupt them, I can still catch bits of filthy words and loud moans.

"Niall and Cat." I clear my throat, looking up into Bastian's dark eyes. There's a bright spot of curiosity and confusion in the back of my head where his presence takes up space. "They were doing what you and I just did. In almost exactly the same position, in fact."

There's a crescendo of muffled sounds that indicates the show might be close to curtain call.

Bastian's brow furrows, then clears, as he catches up. For a full-grown muscular man who recently had his penis inside of me, he's shockingly naive.

"I didn't know that they were mates like you and me," he says, his lust-tinged confusion leaking through our mate connection. "Niall has always smelled like... a mateless man."

"He had a mate, once." I swallow around the knot in my chest that tangles up as I remember all the women of Juniper who will never get to see the new, rebuilt Glass Pack, all because of Delphine. "I'm not sure he's had anyone since... the curse, really. Cat is probably good for him."

"Huh." Bastian tilts his head, his mouth pursed. "Do you think we inspired them?"

"I hope not," I blurt out, heat splashing across my cheeks. "Cat wasn't supposed to watch me."

"Why not? I watched you." He tugs at his collar, the black T-shirt he's wearing one we snagged on our way down here, from the spare clothes box stored near the refreshments table. "I especially liked watching you with Finn. It was... exciting."

He felt something a littlemorethan excitement, based on the emotions and thoughts I'm getting from him. But that's an issue to tackle at a later date. Humming softly, I tell him, "Cat isn't my birth mother, but she's still my mom. She raised me from the time I was a teenager. So it feels like watching my real mother have sex."

"Oh. Gross." Bastian wrinkles his nose. "Are you sure they should be doing it at all?"

"Probably not," I comment dryly, "but Cat isn't one to care for things like decorum, and if the sounds from inside are any indication, Niall has gotten his rocks off and probably won't give a shit. C'mon—let's go on in and hope they're decent."

"Okay." Bastian gives me a smile that curls my toes and makes my tired pulse pick up. "Whatever you want, Delilah. I'm just glad I get to be your mate. I was afraid it would never happen, but now—I can feel you inside me, and it's... really, really nice."

It's a lot more thannice.Bastian may not have much experience, but he's picked up a few things, and he more than makes up for his inexperience with enthusiasm and pure carnal desire. When he fucked me in the Mating Circle, I couldfeelhis desire, lust, and tension. He grabbed hold of me and let loose—keeping a steady rhythm on my clit all the while.

A trick I have the feeling he learned fromsomeone.My thighs tingle at the thought, but they also ache from all the abuse I put them through tonight. I'm going to need to start working out hardcore at the gym now that I have five mates, because tonight taught me that I don't have nearly the core and ass strength I thought I had.

"I'm glad you're my mate too, Bastian." Leaning up, I kiss him on the mouth, then tug him close to me by the hand. "Now, let's just hope that Niall and Cat didn't become mated while we were standing out here waiting for them to finish up. My mom has enough entanglements without throwing a dominant werewolf into the mix."

I slip inside, dragging Bastian along with me, even though I know he's too inexperienced to be much help. Knowing him, he'd probably reach between their sweaty bodies to grab the orange juice out of the fridge. Thankfully they're no longer in the middle of it, though. Just as thankfully, Bastian and I are at least semi-decent, though the borrowed clothes we're wearing aren't exactly made for company.

Cat and Niall are standing awkwardly in the kitchen when we come in, both looking a little sheepish and embarrassed, like teenagers caught with their fingers in the liquor cabinet. Biting her lower lip, Cat raises a brow and shrugs a shoulder at me, as if to say,what can you do? It happened.Niall, meanwhile, can't seem to meet my eyes, though I can't help noticing the shift in his posture. He's standing up straighter, a vitality and life to his face, his gaze clear of its mournful expression. Even his hair seems darker and less grey—as if the only thing bringing the formerly strong werewolf down was a lack of sex, and my human foster mother was the solution to his dick-centered problem.

I don't say anything to them or point out how stupid it is that they were screwing standing up on the kitchen counter. Clearing my throat, I tell him, "Bastian and I are going to bed now. Everything went off without a hitch—I've mated with all five of my fated mates, and the Mating Circle is completely healed now. There's a patrol on the north border, but no signs of further trouble."

"Good, good." Niall runs a hand through his hair, lookingtowardsme but not quiteatme. "I'm glad. Do you feel any... different?"

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