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“Are you going to take my cock like a good little slut?” Royce asks, once again spanking the chair. “God, you’re such a sexy chair. I could just lick you all over.”

And...he does just that, his tongue roaming across each of the armrests as he moves one of his hands underneath the chair and begins to stroke the bottom.

“My god,” Frankie breathes. “I never thought I would witness a chair getting molested. It’s...quite fascinating, if I’m being completely honest. Just how does he expect to receive pleasure from it?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Balor turns to give Frankie a disgusted look, but my scientist friend remains oblivious.

“We don’t have much time,” I call, a tiny bit of sweat beading on my forehead from exerting so much power after days of having it contained. “Barret?”

Barret continues to stare wide-eyed at the guard, who is now slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Gray, grizzled hair appears as his huge belly practically spills over the front of his pants.

“Barret!” I snap.

“I’m...transfixed,” my lover murmurs, sounding a strange mixture of awed and horrified all at once. “I want to vomit, but I can’t look away.”

Royce begins to twirl two long strands of chest hair around and around in his fingers as he sways his hips seductively in front of the chair.

“You dirty girl. When have you last been wiped for dust? I bet it’s been an entire year since you’ve been cleaned. God, you’re so dirty. So fucking dirty.”

The sound of a zipper lowering snaps most of the guys’ attention away from the chair and back to me. I try to ignore the second droplet of sweat that cascades down my cheek. God, if Violet could see me now, coated in sweat that’s not from sex...

How could she ever doubt my love for her?

I’m perfection personified. And perfection doesn’t motherfucking sweat.

“Barret,” I hiss out.

“Um...yes...Vin.” Barret reluctantly tears his eyes away from Royce, who has his tiny dick in his hand as he strokes it, occasionally rubbing it against the armrest of the chair.

It was decided that while I distracted the guard—and while, consequently, our magic was momentarily unleashed—Barret would transport himself and one other into the dreamworld. The guys all fought over who would go, before they unanimously decided on Vin. The Van Helsing...he isn’t doing too well. His skin is unnaturally pale, almost chalky, and dark circles encompass both of his eyes.

“You wanna take my cock like a good little chair, don’t you? Yeah you do. Such a good slut.”

I shouldn’t look, I know that, but I can’t help but flick my gaze in the direction of Royce and his new, ahem, lover.

Royce has kicked over the chair and has his cock pressed into a tiny hole where the cushion has ripped apart over time. He begins to pound into the chair faster as he pants and moans.

“God, yes. Yes, you little bitch. You like my cock, don’t you? You nasty, dirty girl. There’s probably so much dust in your crevices. Do you need me to lick them clean for you? Let me swallow all your dust bunnies, you little slut.”

And...I’m officially scarred for life.

I’ll just file that away in the folder “topics for future therapy appointments.” It’s beginning to become quite hefty.

A subdued green glow drags my attention off Royce and back to Barret. His eyes have shut, long lashes feathering against his cheeks, and his familiar emerald-colored magic mists over his skin like gossamer curtains. Vin twitches as Barret’s intrusive magic pokes and prods at him before he, too, falls still.

And then the two of them slump over, lost in the dreamworld where, hopefully, they’ll find our mate and ensure she’s okay.

Meanwhile, I get the incredible pleasure of listening to Royce, the fat, sweaty guard, rut into a chair as he spanks her cushioned ass.

Fuck. My. Life.

CHAPTER 10

VIOLET

Cynthia picks up on the first ring.

“Hey, girl, I love you and all, but I literally have my pussy in a certain pumpkin’s mouth right now,” my old roommate, and friend, says, her voice breathless and airy. “Like, I disconnected that fucker from my body, and he’s nibbling on it like a piece of corn. I’m actually not near him right now. So, what’s up?”

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