Page 70 of Forsaken Royals

“I wish I could suck your cock,” Arden said, her voice breathy. “It looks like you need it.”

“I wish you could, too, Kitten.” Lex’s voice was tight, the movement of his hand on his shaft speeding. “Rub her clit. I want to see her come again.”

I found Arden’s slick, hard nub, circling my fingers over it just enough to make her pussy clench around me. Keeping the rhythm that Lex asked for was getting more and more difficult, so I fucked her harder to compensate. Arden’s moans filled the room, mingling with my own.

“Fuck, I’m already close,” Lex choked out. His neck and face were flushed pink underneath the olive tone of his skin. “Are you close, Kitten?”

“Mmhm.” Arden’s pussy started the flutter the way it always did when she was about to come. I pressed on her clit harder, and she exploded, her back arching as she shuddered from head to toe. The tightness of her around me, combined with the flow of emotions through our mate bond, nearly sent me over the edge.

“I’m barely hanging on,” I gritted out to Lex.

He nodded to me, as if he were giving me permission.

I finally let myself go, releasing into Arden so intensely that my spine tingled. I soaked in the feeling of our mutual bliss and braced myself over her on one arm.

“Fuck!” Lex cried out as he came all over his chest. Once his cock stopped twitching, he sank down in his seat, spent. “I needed that. Badly.”

“But it wasn’t the same,” Arden said, sitting up and tucking her sex-mussed hair behind her ear.

“I know.” Lex ran a hand through his curls. “But the spell.”

“He’ll relent sometime,” I said.

I ran a hand up and down her back to soothe her. It helped her, but not as much as I wanted it to. Her sadness mixed with her sexual release—she craved Lex’s touch as much as she craved mine, and she wasn’t getting it. And I wanted her to have everything she ever needed.

My stomach tightened. How long was Flint going to keep this fucking spell going? We were already reaching our breaking point.

Chapter39

Flint

“Your coffee, sir,” one of my aides said, sliding the steaming hot cup across my desk. “And your morning briefing.”

I took the stack of papers from him. “Is there anything I should pay particular attention to?”

The briefing wasn’t thick, probably because I’d spent my time working late into the night on a new wave of problems coming our way instead of partying. The documents on that were probably in Lex’s and Jagger’s morning briefings. At this point, they’d probably be afternoon briefings. Jagger and Lex tended to stay out ridiculously late, and with Arden in tow, I doubted they’d change their ways. They’d probably come home around the same time I woke up.

The uncomfortable flicker of jealousy that I’d gotten used to appeared and simmered in my chest. We had all agreed to semi-share Arden. Jagger was her fated mate, so of course they were together. And Lex somehow tolerated going out with the two of them, even though he couldn’t kiss or touch Arden in a sexual way.

But I couldn’t do that. If we were all going to be with Arden, I needed to have her one-on-one. I could fool myself into believing it was just us when we were alone together.

The aide’s cheeks flushed. “There’s something important at the beginning.”

My frown deepened. “Thank you. You’re dismissed.”

I took my first sip of coffee as I opened the folder and nearly choked on it. A clipping from a gossip column was on top, showing Arden sandwiched between Lex and Jagger on the dance floor at Elixir. Lex was walking the tightrope of our spell, his hands on her hips, and Jagger was fully grinding against her ass. The only upside was that Arden’s hair hid her face, so the article just named her as a mystery woman. But her red hair, height, and slender body were distinctive enough for people to start sniffing around where they shouldn’t.

Arden still went to work and lived a relatively normal life outside of us, but having the entire world—particularly our families—find out through the news was the last thing we needed right now. How could they be so reckless?

I picked up the phone and called Lucas, our top aide. He put our briefings together every day, waking up far earlier than any of us did.

“Get the article in that gossip rag pulled before the rest of the world wakes up,” I said to him before he even said hello.

“Of course, Your Highness. Would you like me to do a memory wiping spell on the staff members of the publication as well?”

“Yes. Let me know when it’s done.”

I ended the call and tossed my phone across my desk. It took a lot of deep breaths to dial back my anger, but I calmed down enough to work. Eventually, the door to our shared offices opened, and Lex and Jagger sauntered in. An aide came in behind them with a tray holding their coffee and breakfast.

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