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He moans. “Say it again. Mine. I need to hear you’re mine.” His hips piston back and forth as he picks up speed. His fingers find my clit, and he strokes it until I come.
“I’m yours. Your mate. Valerian!” I scream as I come hard, pushing back to take every inch of him into me. My pussy clenches his cock, triggering his own release.
He roars, thrusting a couple more times before he stops, buried deep inside me. His forehead rests on my back, and his breathing is harsh while he slowly calms. “You’re mine. My mate,” he murmurs over and over before pulling out.
I groan and fall to the bed facedown.
He rolls me over, sweeps my hair out of my eyes, and kisses me. “I’m going to enjoy being your mate, lass. That was incredible, but I think we can do better, don’t you?”
“My dragon,” I muse, running my finger lightly over his lips. With the edge off, I’m ready for round two. “Want to join me for a shower?”
He’s out of bed in a flash. Swooping down, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, where a massive shower waits for us.
29
ARDEN
Deliciously sore after spending the night with Valerian, I’m heading back to my room for a shower when I see Astor in the hallway. I hurry to catch up to him.
His dark brown eyes gleam when they spot me. “Hello, gorgeous. You’re looking delightfully fucked this morning,” he purrs. Stepping in close, he takes a deep breath and moans. “I can smell the sex on you, the sweet scent of your pussy mixed with Valerian’s cock. It makes the incubus in me desperate to lay you on the floor and lick up all the sexual magic that’s dripping out of you.” His tongue flicks over my lips, sipping from them.
As if his words aren’t enough, he uses our shared power to make me visualize his head between my legs, his tongue licking up every drop. I moan. “Astor, stop. I don’t have time for this right now. I need to ask you for a favor.”
“A favor, huh? This morning is getting better and better,” he quips. “What can we do for each other?”
“I’m going to visit Reyna and Cassandra,” I reply. “I want you to go with me.”
He pulls back and snarls, “No. You ask too much. I haven’t stepped foot in Witchwood since I was seven. Ask Theron to go with you.” He walks away.
I take two steps to catch up to him. “Wait. Please,” I beg. “Is there nothing I can do to convince you to go with me? I need someone who pisses them off, and your very existence is an affront to their exclusive bullshit. I’m declaring war, not negotiating, and you’re better suited for that goal than Theron.”
He breathes in deeply but doesn’t move. “You greatly underestimate Theron. That bastard is one of the finest warriors I’ve ever met,” he remarks.
I slide my hand down his arm and lace my fingers through his. “Really? I’m not sure I see it. Besides, Theron’s icy etiquette is too subtle for this visit. I need someone who doesn’t give a shit about appearances.”
He turns and backs me into the wall. “You ask a lot, more than you know. I swore to myself I’d never step foot into there again.” His face twists with memories. “What’s my incentive?”
“What do you want?” I cry.
“I want to taste you now, before you shower. I want to fuck you with my tongue,” he snaps back. “Then, I want one night with you, completely under my control. A night of my choosing. No regrets. No declarations of love. Just you, me, and my incubus.”
My mind fills with images of us together in positions I’ve never even tried, and I moan, turned on by his words and those scenes. “Yes,” I breathe. Haven’t I already been thinking this same thing?
“Shouldn’t you check with your mate?” he whispers harshly in my ear.
“Valerian knows I want you. He’s fine with it,” I admit breathlessly.
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s throwing me over his shoulder. I hang down his back, bouncing, while he stalks down to my room. Smacking his ass, I demand, “Let me up, Astor. I didn’t agree to be carried like a sack of potatoes.”
He doesn’t reply. Reaching my room, he enters and flings me down onto the bed. He drops to his knees, jerks me to the edge of the bed, then shoves my skirt to my waist. I hear my panties ripping a second before his tongue spears into my sensitive pussy.
“Astor,” I whisper harshly.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes so good with Valerian’s cum all over you. I can taste the sex and magic you two generated last night.” His voice deepens, no longer the smooth cadence of Astor’s. Instead, his incubus is now in control. He spreads my legs wide and licks every inch of me. “Mmm. I bet that massive cock of his stretched your pussy wide. Tell me.”
“No, that’s between Valerian and me,” I say, denying his request.
He roars.
