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“Sure,” Nate says. “It’s like how we’re all human, but we’re not Ravagers.”

Milo barks out a laugh and holds out a fist for Nate to bump. “Damn right,” he says. “Never thought about it that way.”

Something about the sight of the two of them getting closer, becoming friends, warms something deep inside of me. I have a feeling, though I can’t say where it comes from, that the three of us are going to stick together for a long time. We have a bond now, and that won’t be easily broken.

Chapter Forty: EMLYN

Thefireisburninglow. Nate is asleep—he has been for a while, snoring softly.

“It was nice of him to let me borrow some clothes,” Milo says.

“They’re too big on you, though.” My fingers are at the hem of his shorts. We’ve been moving closer and closer to each other for a while now, flirting with possibilities, and I don’t know what might happen, but I’m interested in finding out. “We’ll have to go find you something that’s a better fit tomorrow.”

He nods. “I’m not in any hurry. These are fine for now.”

I slide my whole hand into his pants, resting my palm against his hip. “They’re really way too big.”

He looks at me. His green eyes look electric in the moonlight, and his hair is casting shadows on his angular face. “Are you his, Emlyn?”

“Nate’s?”

He nods.

“No,” I say.

“You’re not mates?”

“We fuck around sometimes. We don’t belong to each other.”

“Because I want to stay with the two of you.” His breathing is a little ragged, and I’m enjoying that. I move my hand toward his inner thigh, and he leans back, accommodating me. Inviting my touch. “I don’t want to cause some kind of disagreement that we can’t get past. I don’t want to have to leave.”

“No, it won’t be like that,” I assure him. “Nate won’t care what we do.”

He nods, reaches up, and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him.

The feeling of his lips on mine absolutely takes my breath away. Every time I’ve been with Nate, it’s felt raw and primal and almost mindless, but Milo kisses me like he’s been thinking about it, like he’s been planning his moves and knows exactly what he’s going to do and when he’s going to do it. Even though he’s lying down, with me on top of him, he is absolutely in control here.

For a moment, I actually wonder if what I’m experiencing is some kind of magic. Maybe that’s why it feels so different with Milo.

But maybe not. Maybe it’s just that Milo is a different person, and being with different people is always going to feel different.

He handles me more gently than Nate did. He takes my clothes off slowly, and when I’m naked, he rolls me onto my back so that he can explore every inch of my skin. He spends a long time at my ankle, then kisses his way up my shin, up my thigh.

He rests his head for a moment against my leg. I’m hot and trembling, overwhelmed by how good this is. He looks up at me again, and I swear there’s laughter in his eyes.

And it’s beautiful.

He pulls my legs over his shoulders and grins up at me.

Then I feel his tongue against me, opening me up, and my head falls back as I lose myself utterly in the pleasure of it.

He fucks me slowly with his tongue, and I dig my heels into his back. I want to reach down and grab his head, pull him into me, take control of this, but at the same time I want to hold off and let him set the pace. I want to see what he’ll do. Part of what’s making this so hot is that it’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I can’t stop myself from threading my fingers through his sandy hair, though. Just to feel the way his head is moving, I tighten my legs around him so he’s sliding between my thighs, and suddenly I can’t control myself anymore. I’m coming. I’m rocking my hips up to meet his face, writhing, crying out, and he groansintome—fuck, that’s so hot—

I’m still recovering when he crawls up my body and thrusts into me. I pull his face to mine and kiss him again, running my hands up and down his sides. His body is narrower than Nate’s, but I can feel his muscles working. In some places, I can feel the curve of his bones. I don’t know how two such different body types can both be so overwhelmingly attractive to me, but they are.

He bites my lip when he comes—not too hard, but it’s enough to send me over the edge again. I love feeling him lose control. I love being the one who did it to him.

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