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I push my head back to try to see his face. His hair falls over his forehead, but it’s his eyes that catch my attention. They’re brighter than I’ve ever seen.

“Stars,” I half-moan, and he wraps his arm around my waist, one hand still tangled in my hair as he increases his pace.

“Ours,” he grunts. Ryder crawls onto the bed in front of me and I’m caught between them, captured by their fingers and their hands, Enzo’s cock holding me in place as Ryder licks his way down my front. He spreads me apart, and I almost close my eyes.

Almost.

He glances up at me. “Look at this swollen pussy, baby.”

He rubs me right there, and I lean my hands on his shoulders as his head dips down and he swipes his tongue through my folds. It’s enough to tease the fire right to the edge, and I buck in their hold as it grows, deeper and hotter.

“That’s it,” Enzo purrs in my ear. “Come for us, little prey. Let me feel you flex those muscles around my cock, and you’ll feel my cum filling you up.”

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I scream out, the fire ripping through me in an inferno. They don’t stop touching me, and Enzo roars into my skin as he floods me, hot fluid pushing out of me and dripping down my thighs.

My legs begin to shake as he eases out of me, and he and Ryder lay me down on the bedding in a boneless pile. Little aftershocks of flame are still flickering through me as I’m turned over, and Ryder presses a warm washcloth against me.

“Feels good,” I mumble, and he strokes it through again before he presses a kiss to what’s left of the curls covering me.

I’m lifted into warm arms, and I burrow my head sleepily into someone’s chest.

“She’s staying with me,” Enzo snaps, and Ryder mutters about a bigger bed before I’m tucked into soft covers. Enzo gets in behind me, his arm wrapping around me like a band as he pulls me against him.

“Prey,” he says sharply, and I frown at him over my shoulder.

“No shouting.”

His eyes are still full of stars, and one side curves up as he leans in and kisses my mouth roughly. “You’re out of choices now.”

“Don’t need them,” I yawn. I’m so tired. Exhaustion weighs down my eyelids as I mumble out the thought in my head. I’m not even sure if it’s legible, but Enzo goes still behind me, before I feel his lips in my hair.

And then I sleep.

34 - Zella

“Ithinkweshouldgo out this evening.”

My heart skips a beat at Ryder’s announcement, and I glance up at Maverick. He’s working his way around the dinner table, carefully selecting food for my plate as normal. He frowns, his hand hovering over a bowl of vegetables. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

I can almost feel my body deflating.

It’s not that I’m not happy here. But the urge to see more, experiencemore, is starting to pull at me now more than ever. I don’t feel as enclosed here as I did in the apartment – not with the gardens open to me. But I’m starting to feel the tug for something else, something different.

When I glance at Enzo, his eyes are on my face. Biting my lip, I duck my head, reaching out for my wine glass and taking a slightly too big sip that almost makes me choke.

I nearly miss his next words over my cough. “Little prey wants to go out.”

Everybody’s attention turns to me, and I shrug awkwardly. “I… wouldn’t mind. But I know we’re still watching for Ethan.”

With every day that passes, my time with Ethan begins to feel more like a memory. My time in the apartment feels faded when I think of it, almost muted. Life outside is sovibrantin comparison.

Ryder senses Maverick’s hesitation and leans forward, tapping his fingers on the tablecloth. “Come on, Mav. He’s not suddenly going to pop up in the middle of Victrola.”

“What’s Victrola?” I ask, and Maverick runs a hand down his face.

“We’re not taking her there,” he snaps at Ryder. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“We can book the private area,” Ryder points out. “Dress her up so she’s harder to recognise. The only person who would is Moore, and he’s disappeared off the face of the earth.”

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