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My body buzzed from everything they’d given me—full, stretched, marked by them both. But it wasn’t just the physical release that left me breathless. It was the weight of what this meant, the three of us together.
Tiger’s breath warmed my neck, soft and steady now. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.
Mal kissed the top of my shoulder, the gesture surprisingly tender as I looked up into his eyes. “You’re not mine, Prima,” he murmured huskily. “Not really. But fuck if I don’t feel like you are mine every time I look at you.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t want to belong to just one of you,” I admitted. “I want to belong to both of you. If that’s…if that’s something we can do.”
Neither answered with words, because none were needed. Tiger squeezed me tighter. Mal kissed my shoulder again.
For tonight, at least, we were enough.
Safe. Spent. Sated.
Together.
CHAPTER 35
Mal
True to my word, Jenny did not walk straight as the three of us, as a throuple, walked to breakfast out onto the terrace. Each of us in our finest loungewear, we sat at the near end, while my friends populated the far end of the table.
Surge, with his usual tact, asked the question that Discord and Longshot clearly wanted to know, as well. “So? The three of you?”
I casually poured coffee for both me and Jenny. When I offered Tiger a cup, he made a face and waved it off. Looking back to Surge, I lifted a brow. “What of it?”
“It’s just…well…”
Discord looked fascinated. “We never thought we would ever see you do something so old-fashioned and traditional, Mal. Not saying there’s anything wrong with being in a committed relationship, but—”
“Really?” Jenny looked up, her expression incredulous. “Someone once told me that polyamory used to be the norm for Ladrians, but he was old and I thought he might be a little off his rocker about the whole thing. It’s really a traditional thing?”
I chuckled. “Yes, Prima. It really is.”
Discord’s gaze narrowed on me. “So, what the fuck, Mal? I never thought I would ever see you happy doing anything traditional in all your life.”
I shrugged. “What can I say, Discord? I’m happy.” I looked at Tiger and Jenny, and my chest swelled with something quiet and unshakable. “Maybe the ancient Ladrians had it right. Maybe our ghosts aren’t satisfied until we find many to love us. All I know is that that I’ve never been happier in my life, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
Longshot raised his glass, and even Rhonda, who was curled on his arm, looked on fondly. “Then we’re happy for you, Mal.”
“We are,” Discord agreed. “Don’t misunderstand me, Jenny, Tiger. I’ve known Mal most of my life, and I’ve just…never seen him like this. It’s different.”
“Because he’s been so normal otherwise?” Surge asked facetiously.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Good point.”
We started in on our meal. The sun warmed the terrace, birds sang somewhere overhead, and for a brief moment, I thought we might enjoy a peaceful moment after the chaos of the past few weeks.
No such luck.
Longshot cleared his throat. “Jenny, after breakfast we’ll need to work on a statement you can safely give to Justice…regarding the deaths of the hunters.”
She reluctantly nodded. “Were you the one who trained Mal to be able to handle sleep deprivation?”
Longshot looked as surprised as I was by her question. “I believe I was one of many, actually.”
“I’d like to try that.”
Longshot and I shared a look. “Why would you need that skill?” I asked quietly.
