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My eyes meet his as he uses the position to get even deeper. Kier’s hair is escaping from the bun he wears it in, and his wings are spread out behind him, making him appear magnificent. Fae dust falls softly from each luminous vein as he chases his pleasure. I gasp as he tightens his hand on my throat, forcing my attention back to his face.
Then hemoves.
Those magnificent wings flex behind him, lending more power to his thrusts. His piercings rub every single nerve inside me, and he abandons my throat to clutch my ass in both hands, levering my body to make sure his relentless assault on my g-spot hits its mark.
My eyes flutter closed, but a brush of ice against my cheeks has me opening them again.
“I want to see you,” he whispers. “I want to watch your eyes sparkle when you take your pleasure. Come on my cock, my mate.”
His husky words collude with the unending power of his body driving into mine and the wet sounds of our lovemaking to send me over into a third orgasm. My spine arcs off the bed, my muscles tensing and releasing all at once. Through it all, my eyes don’t leave his as my body forces him over the edge. His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming jagged and frantic, seconds before he stills and the hot spurt of his cum floods my insides.
Kier collapses onto the bed, taking me with him and rolling so I land on his chest, cuddled against him. Another warm weight settles behind me and a second later, Ry kisses his mark on my neck.
The twins head back to the bathroom, and I grumble at their absence even as I understand it. Their parents didn’t come all the way here to make small talk with Val while their sons fuck me.
“We should get dressed,” Kier groans, making me smile at his obvious reluctance. “Cirio will be waiting, and we have a lot to discuss.”
ChapterThirty-Nine
NOSTER
My whole body thrums with awareness of the witch beside me as we make our way up onto the deck. I waited for her to get ready, partly because my beast is reluctant to part with her so soon after forming our second mating bond, but also because I don’t want to be alone with Cas and my parents just yet.
TheDeadwoodand theParlanceare lashed together, and pirates are crawling all over the place.
My beast, still curling with happiness over the tiny mark on Nilsa’s palm, pays them no mind. I, on the other hand, have to rely on my mate to stop us from crashing into anyone. I should’ve brought my stick, but it slipped my mind. I’m not used to needing it on board.
Plus, my parents would take one look at it and assume the same thing they did all those years ago.
Helpless Nos. Can’t even walk straight.
I hate that I still care so much about what they think. I know this ship. I know what I’m capable of. My twin knows and so does my mate. That should be all that matters. Another more empathetic part of me acknowledges that my family’s protectiveness is only because they care about me.
That doesn’t make it any less stifling.
I catch our mother’s scent and the nervousness returns.
They may have given me a warm reunion earlier, but part of me is still waiting for them to turn around and tell me I can’t fight. Pa’s alpha energy is heavy in the air, no doubt riled by the many unknown shifters from Cirio’s crew, and it reminds me of how it used to flare whenever I argued with him about being able to swim alone as a teenager.
It still sets my teeth on edge.
Nilsa slows, subtly changing our dynamic, so she’s no longer steering the two of us. My mate understands how much I need to feel independent in front of my parents, and I love her for it. I take a deep breath, turning all of my focus to my hearing and sense of smell. Hearing doesn’t help much; there are too many people talking and making noise for me to get an accurate picture of what’s going on. All it tells me is that we’re headed towards a crowd. My mental map of the ship has been screwed up by this last-minute war meeting, but I can still find my brother’s scent among all the others. He’s almost directly in front of me.
I know there’s a table on deck somewhere, but I have no idea where it is in relation to everything else. As if sensing my problem, my twin starts tapping his nails on the wood.
Ah, there you are.
I take a few more steps and sweep my hand out, finding the rough, dented edge easily. I rest my hip against it and turn to face my twin, the tightness in me easing as Nilsa relaxes into my body and my arms wrap around her instinctively.
“Did I miss anything?” I ask.
“Athena just arrived with her sirens,” Cas mumbles, keeping his voice private. “Had to swallow a chill pill when she realised Klaus isn’t following the siren custom of waiting to be spoken to or kneeling beside tables anymore, but Rysen and Val straightened her out.”
More likely, the massive vampire just folded his arms and glowered at her until she gave in.
“I bet that went well.”
“As can be expected,” Cas agrees. “Cirio is flexing his vocabulary. I think having so many leviathans nearby is damaging to his ego. He’s used to being the biggest alpha, but now there are three bigger alphas, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.”
