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He smirked. “Easily.”

“Where can we go then?” Laurent asked, pulling me more firmly against his chest. “As much as I’d like to lay you down on the grass and make sure you know how long I’ve wanted to taste every fucking inch of you, there are things we need to talk about if we want to get you out of here.”

My whole body flushed, and I was caught up in the image of him, but not only him, with me in this clearing playing out my fantasies.

Yet it still wasn’t lost on me, he said gettingyouout. Like I would be leaving this island alone.

Yeah, right. I had mates, and if I was going to leave this island, they were going to come with me.

“The cave,” Trin said. “It’ll do for now.”

Laurent didn’t give me the choice. He lifted me into his arms like it was the easiest thing in the world as he followed my other mates.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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MEGHAN

The cave we walked into was like a postcard come to life. All the glowy, magical water I’d already seen in the other pools, but the stone in here glowed too, slowly shifting colors under the surface like the material itself held some kind of aurora borealis.

“What about the house?” Laurent asked.

“This is faster,” Ariel said. “And you know what will happen if all five of us go back to the house.”

Ban growled a purr, and I knew exactly what he meant. If we went to a place where there was a bed? None of us stood a chance.

Trin shed his pants, and I got a shot of a gorgeous human-shaped ass before magic shivered in the air and he was once again in the form I’d met him. “Does it hurt to be on land?”

“No. But I can’t do it for long. No more than an hour or two at a time.”

“Oh.”

Laurent set me on my feet but didn’t let me go, leaning in and kissing my neck. The moan I let out was entirely accidental. “You know how long I’ve wanted to be able to do that?” He whispered. “The kind of torture it was to have you sleep down the hall, so close to me?”

I turned and looped my arms around his neck. “You didn’t have to stay away.”

His beautiful eyes filled with sadness. “I’m still immortal, Meg. We all are.”

“So is Christine. There are ways.”

“Not—”

Twisting up in his arms, I kissed him, melting into him when he kissed me back without reservation. I didn’t want him talking about problems we couldn’t solve yet. Not when I just found out he was mine.

They were all mine.

The thought stole my breath entirely. His hand tangled in my hair, and I felt it harden to stone and turn back again. His tongue, too, hardened against mine.

I smiled against his lips. “Having a hard time staying human?”

“You have no idea.”

“I’ve never seen you that way, you know.”

He kissed me again. “I am incredibly aware. You’re the only person who’s ever made me want to shift again.”

I gasped under my breath. “What do you mean?”

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