“So fucking perfect,” Damien groaned.
Rhett’s breath rumbled before he stiffened. I watched the muscles in his abdomen convulse as a roar of satisfaction left his lips.
Familiar tension coiled inside me and released in a white hot wave. I cried out and arched my back as his pheromones took over my body and lengthened my orgasm.
Damien caught my head before taking my lips with his. I rode out my release on Rhett as Damien’s tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with mine. Each moan echoed back from him.
My charged magic from Rhett’s pheromones released into the air, and I collapsed forward onto Rhett. My muscles continued to spasm. “I need sleep,” I croaked.
“Are you sure you’re not up for another round, little bird?”
I mumbled a muffled protest against Rhett’s neck as Damien’s laugh rang out around us.
“Next time, do you think you can take us both at once?” Damien asked.
“You mean…”
“You have two holes for a reason, little bird.”
“Damien!”
“I’m just asking to see if it’s something you’re interested in or not.” His voice sounded inquisitive, but it was hard to tell with the exhaustion seeping into my bones.
“Nothing’s off limits unless I try it and don’t like it,” I murmured.
Excitement shook through Damien’s bond at my answer.
“You’re a goddess,” Rhett whispered.
A strange tug pulled between us, but it left before I could make anything of it. I wasn’t sure what happened after, but I fell asleep with Rhett still inside me as Damien rubbed my back.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Kian
Snowcrunchedbeneathmyfeet as I wandered through the Bestial Forest. Stars lit up the velvety night sky, and moonlight streamed through the bare branches, lighting my way.
I probably should have woken Lachlan up to come with me, but the urgency of the vision battered my common sense. When the vision rippled through my dream-state—interrupting my sweet dreams of Wren—my magic buzzed, and I woke up with insistence niggling at me.
The feeling of being watched set in again as I reached up to adjust my glasses that had slipped down the bridge of my nose. With everything falling apart at the academy, I worried whatever was out here had bad intentions, but from my vision of the black orb that bounced from branch to branch within the trees, it didn’t seem sinister.
My breath came out visibly as my gaze bounced around the tops of the trees. I had no clue what kind of orb could lurk within a forest, but I knew it was tied to magic.
A small black ball moved from the tree branch above me and plopped onto my shoulder without warning. I froze, careful not to let even a single muscle twitch. It wasn’t heavy, but small appendages dug into my shoulder as it stayed put.
Calmness washed over my magic for the first time since the vision, as I realized it was no orb at all. Instead, there was a black squirrel staring at me with bright green eyes. It tilted its head as if it were trying to communicate with me.
It was strange, but I swore it called out to me. I’d been standoffish with animals ever since the coven had killed my pets as a child, but I couldn’t ignore the excitement that flooded me with this little guy perched on my shoulder.
I was in Fate Hollow, away from the Necromancer Village. Maybe I could let myself talk to it? Talking shouldn’t hurt anything.
“Well, hello there, little one.” Reaching out a trembling finger, I booped it on its nose.
It reached its little paws up to rub its face, and it almost seemed as if it were getting an attitude with me for treating it like a baby.
I laughed as a gust of winter wind blew through, chilling my exposed face and hands. “You’re a strange squirrel for being out on a winter night instead of staying snug in your nest. What’s so important about you that would make me have a vision to meet with you?”
It blinked expectantly at me.
