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He slams his hips back in again, and again, and that’s it—between his fingers and his perfect dick and that smirk, I come hard enough that my vision hazes and my head crashes back against the table. Every pulse of my orgasm clutches Dom deeper into me, and he grunts as he takes it.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, Eden,” Dom growls.

I’m gasping for air when he abruptly pulls out, shoving his glistening, throbbing dick back inside his pants. He looks down at me for a brief, branding moment, like he’s imprinting the vision in his brain, and then he scowls.

Dazed, I watch in horrified regret at how much he struggles to get his zipper back up over the strain.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Beau,” he snaps. He stalks to the side of the room and grabs his rifle and his pack, and I hurry to fix my clothes.

My limbs are so shaky from the force of my orgasm that it’s far harder than it should be. When I’m dressed, I walk toward the door where Dom and Beau stand glaring at one another, having a long conversation without a single word.

Dom’s eyes sear my face in a quick, searching look. I worry he might ask me how I’m feeling, or if I’m okay, but he doesn’t, and I’m grateful. I’m not sure what I would say, except that I am so, so glad we’re finally on the same page.

“Come on, pet. You’re staying with me.”

His gruff command is reassuring—and I feel the double meaning in it. That bright, unsatisfied heat in his eyes promises me that this isn’t over.

“Yes, sir,” I murmur obediently, as much for Beau’s benefit as his.

That heat flares for just a moment before Dom banks it, nodding at me to follow as he walks out.

I feel Beau’s eyes on me too.

“Darlin’...” Beau starts.

I look up at him, letting him see every bit of the disappointment I’m feeling. It’s one thing for him to have his own problems with Dom. It’s another entirely for him to interfere with my relationship.

“You told me you wouldn’t get in my way. That it was my choice,” I say tightly.

Beau rubs the back of his neck, the hint of a scowl on his face. “We didn’t have time. I?—”

I purse my lips, and he cuts off.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I tell him, then arch a brow. “Right now, we don’t havetime.”

And with that, I turn on my heel and follow Dom down the hall.

Chapter58

Eden

Survival tip #255

Make your goodbyes count.

By the time we make it into the hall where everyone is gathered, the full weight of what we’re about to do has descended on me and anxiety has me in its cold, sweaty grip.

Everyone is clustered into their allocated team—decoy, rooftop, or underground—and Lucky and Beau are doing quick headcounts of their people. There are maybe sixty of us in all. The Rangers, our civilians... and the people of Red Zone. With their bows and muskets and an unusual mix of swords, bows, and armor, they stand out, but the steely glints in their eyes belie their absurd-looking garb. They all have at least one firearm on them as well, and as many rounds of ammunition and grenades as they can carry.

Bentley reassured us that “most of them” could fire a gun.

It wasn’t terribly reassuring.

Dom walks over to Heather and a stone-faced woman I haven’t met yet and quickly counts our group.

Before joining him, I hesitate, looking at the others. I know they’re confident in their plan, but this is still a large-scale raid. People are going to die today. A lot of them, most likely. My body is still shaky, and so many emotions tug at me.

I close my eyes against the rush of memories. Against the Sinners telling me my brutes had all died and confirming that, once again, I was left alone in the world. God, I can’t do that again.

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