He tugs on my hair, forcing me upright while still buried inside of me. Raking his teeth down the side of my neck, he bites my shoulder, finally tossing me over the edge. My nails dig into his arm as I come, the force of it so intense my legs shake.
He pulls out a second later, his cum shooting out over my lower back. The aftershocks rock through me, only his firm hold keeping me upright. Thank fuck he remembered in the heat of the moment, because the last thing we need to add to the mess we’re in right now is a baby.
Birth control. No matter what happens tomorrow, I’m going to use my abilities to get something installed to shut this uterus up tighter than Tartarus.
He loosens his grip slowly and Dorian passes me one of the shirts we discarded to clean up. By the time I turn around, both men are fastening their pants, still shirtless. It’s a beautiful sight to behold and I make a mental note to pick up a Polaroid camera from somewhere. They might not be comfortable with the idea of recording ourselves anymore, not trusting cyber space, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get some naughty pictures for my spank bank at least; the more unique the better.
S.O.S. Send awkward nudes. I don’t see how this could end poorly at all. Maybe I’ll text it as ‘noods’ to be discreet, to humor their paranoia.
Chapter 5
Lucien
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After detouring soCambria could manipulate a doctor for a birth control implant, she beams, looking at the fairy ring that we finally found after six hours of traipsing through the woods. This spot is about an hour away from the one we’d been using, so we’ll need to allot for the extra time to get to and from. We start trudging back to the car, forging as straight of a path as possible to memorize how to easily find it again.
Ever since our conversation last night, I’m actively trying to be better. I’m analyzing every one of my actions from different angles and frankly? It’s exhausting. I have no idea how Atlas and Dorian read a room and people so effortlessly. I’ve just always found it simpler to assume people are terrible and working against you until they prove otherwise.
Because of my scrutiny, I notice that she’s biting her lip more than usual, that her gaze flicks to me and away just as quickly multiple times. I pull to a stop, replaying the last half hour over in my head, but can’t think of anything I’ve done that would have made her upset.
“Put me out of my misery here, love. What’s on your mind?”
She rubs her arm, fidgeting. “I wanted to ask you something, but it’s not any of my business and I know that. Just curious.”
The pooling dread curled in the pit of my stomach unfurls and I start walking once more. “Fire away. We have a long trek ahead of us, so may as well play twenty questions.” She still looks uncomfortable, but at this point, I wish she’d just spit it out so I could stop stressing, even if it ends up being something that will hurt to hear.
“Tell me about your family? I know about Maddox, but that’s it,” she finally blurts out.
I run my tongue over my top teeth with my mouth closed, a nervous tick I never fully grew out of. It’s beyond time for the conversation, but I’m so accustomed to keeping everything close to the vest, I’m not even sure where to begin.
Dorian seems to pick up on where my head is at with that uncanny ability of his, suggesting a starting point. “May as well go all the way back to the beginning and get the story out in one fell swoop instead of skipping around.”
Nodding, I offer her a hand as the ground starts shifting, unstable and muddy from the nearby river. We stick close to it as a landmark though, despite making the hike difficult. If we time things too close and we find ourselves rushing back here with an exhausted, worn down fae, the three of us need to know where the hell we’re going without relying on her abilities to guide us.
“My mother died when I was a toddler, so all of my memories are of my dad. He never wanted to talk about her, the subject always making him sad, so eventually I quit asking.” I sigh, just as frustrated as always. It’s hard to miss someone you don’t even remember, but at least some stories to hold onto, to make her seem like a real person, would have been nice.
