“What’s he doing to you, baby?”
“H-he’s fingering me,” she gasps.
“How many?”
“Two.”
“Anything else?”
“He’s rubbing my clit with your dicks and... his thumb, I think.” Gods, I love how she says it exactly how it is. No shyness. No blushing or awkwardness. Celine’s confidence is fucking hot.
I kiss her throat. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
I scrape my teeth over the lean muscle of her neck. I’m not much of a biter, but spending time with, on top of, or under Alistair has a way of expanding your kinks. Gloom rolls through me, but I stifle it. He and Malach will be fine.
Celine deserves all my attention, and she’s going to get it.
The friction is too perfect. Pleasure throbs low in my belly, and I know none of us will last long. This is stress relief and proof of life; there will be time for a more thorough exploration later.
I meet Ciprian’s eyes, and our lips collide over Celine’s shoulder as I do my best to tell him without words that I haven’t gotten nearly enough of him yet.
When Celine twitches and cries out between us, Ciprian tweaks my piercing. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I come hard, coating his hand and cock with cum. He runs his fingers through it and jerks himself three times before he explodes.
Boneless in our arms, Celine stretches and yawns, cracking her eyes to study Ciprian. “Did you negotiate for a bigger bed while I was unconscious?”
He smirks and kisses her. “Of course I did, hot wings. There’s room for us all.”
We don’t end up needing the entire bed.
After a soak in the tub, we curl up under the covers, three parts of one whole, leaving space for two more. Celine won’t give up on them, and neither will I.
I hope it’s enough.
“How cozy.”
I’m wrenched from sleep by the most annoying voice in the universe.
“Go away,” Celine groans.
“It’s remarkable how often you forget you’re the one being held hostage.”
I glare at the veydra, hating the sight of him.Rivenis everything wrong with this hunk of frozen rock and the mainland. Veydranare nothing but the faceless weapons the ruling shifters use to keep monsters under their heels.
The brutality of the arena and the coerced binding of more “dangerous” shifters is way more barbaric than anything a basiliskmight do on a rampage. Shrinking and controlling the monster populations is normalized at this point, though. It’s difficult to be anything but bitter about it.
We’re on the losing side of history; the one that gets erased.
One day, it will be as if we never existed.
“You hate me, don’t you, basilisk?”
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t.”
He shrugs. “I can’t.”
Riven retrieves his cloak from the floor. He wrapped it around Celine while she was unconscious after the fight. I hated it, but what was I supposed to do? She was ice-cold, and I had no way to help her—only reminders that my home has never been a safe place for me or anyone I care about.
