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His mouth clamps over my clit, and he sucks, his tongue beating against that nub and I come hard, convulsing and clenching down on his fingers.
I’m lost in the orgasm, and it rolls through me as I move through the air. My back hits the wall and he loops my legs over his arms and then he fucks into me. One deep push until his balls touch my skin.
I’m still coming so it takes me a moment to realize where he is. My ass. He went from zero to balls to the damn wall in seconds and these aren’t even my words. They are his in my head and I’m thinking them with him.
He’s in me deep, and he thrusts hard, and the orgasm is toppled by a second one. He suddenly starts to knot, and Iscream out as the pleasure it unleashes makes the orgasm right before it pales.
“Yes, yes!” I cry as he bites hard on the edge of my shoulder.
When we’re done, someone claps. I open my eyes.
“I think,” Killian says, walking up to us as Xavier pulls out, and I slide a little, “I’ll add watching to my list of things to do. That was hot.”
He takes me from Xavier and eases me down onto the nest, on wobbly hands and knees and he gets behind me, the sound of his zip sending delight swirling. I’m a monster, a deviant, because I want more.
His cock pushes at my pussy, but he doesn’t plunge in. Not yet. And I quiver.
“Know what’s better?” he asks.
My voice is thick when I say, “No.”
“This.”
And he slams in, sending me tumbling into bliss all over again.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
Killian
Emmie screams out a giggle of glee as she races into the room, her owl banging into stools and chairs.
It’s almost been a week. Emmie and Freya have enjoyed a lot of random outings during it, for obvious reason. Today, it’s early, but the hour doesn’t bother me or Xavier, who’s at the door, antsy.
“You see something?” I ask.
His glance hits me and he shakes his head.
He doesn’t show it, but I see it. He’s expecting trouble, or wanting to look out for it. Sometimes they’re the same. Catch it early and squash it.
I’d fucking love to say it’s a normal part of our lives. Trouble is a normal part. His angst is not.
Xavier’s always calm, stoic, a brick wall or a mountain. He’s ready for anything.
Seems the brat’s got him caught tight. As for me…
Shit. Maybe I’m a little enamored, too. After all, we both claimed her.
I’m not sure I’ve reacted to a woman like that before. Not even Emmie’s mother. The frenetic energy was something new.
Iris is a different breed.
And I’m fucking aware that as much as we marked her as ours, she isn’t. How can she be, when things are the way they are here in Sabine? I don’t like rules, follow them even less. And if Emmie wasn’t a consideration, I’d announce that claiming, ignore the bullshit that makes up this society, and take her as ours.
But fantasy isn’t reality.
Our rebellion hasn’t even gotten off the ground.
