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Soren wasn’t speaking and I was sure he was restraining several possessive statements in kind. I didn’t need words from his mouth when his body was telling me exactly how he felt.

I was his. He was mine. We were meant for each other.

Nothing was this good, felt this right, if it wasn’t your very souls that were compatible.

As Soren’s relentless thrusts sent me over the edge, my mouth fell open in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure just kept coming, far past what they should have been able to wring from my body, until I slumped against the mattress.

Even though my body was exhausted, I would only rest enough to catch my breath.

I was treating the night as one, continuous moment, taking my chance to steal all the little pieces of Soren I could before someone got between us.

When Soren fell onto his back next to me, I allowed him two deep breaths before I climbed on top of him again, burying my nose in his throat. It took him less than a minute to harden against my inner thigh, but I was content to nuzzle his neck and shower kisses on his face and shoulder for the rest of the night if that was all I could get.

Eventually, though, our bodies started moving together until I was sinking down on him, chasing pleasure that only he could pull from me into the early hours of dawn.

Chapter 29

Soren

Big, huge, massive fucking mistakes were made.

Two planets and millions of people be damned, but everyone was fucking insane if they thought I was capable of letting Bellamy step five feet away from me, let alone right into someone else’s waiting arms.

I was in a shit fucking mood and didn’t care if I trampled everybody in my path.

Ford’s sorry ass banged on our door at six in the morning while I was busy enjoying the simple pleasure of Bellamy’s mouth on my body.

Yelling “GO AWAY” did not deter him in the slightest. Unless I wanted my friend dead for seeing Bellamy naked, I had to move.

Which I was not fucking happy about.

It also had the piss poor side effect of turning us both into a scrambling mess trying to change and leave, which prevented any sort of closure.

Not that I’d ever get it.

I couldn’t physically cut Bellamy out of me if I tried.

I’d have to figure out a way to handle watching her with that fuckface Prince if I didn’t want to start systematically leaving bodies behind me in a trail of blood.

Not going to happen, the Bond reminded me.

Fair point. I’d either get thrown in a cell for trying to murder the Prince or get the same treatment for trying to take away everything he loved and cherished, the same as he did to me.

This wasn’t right. No one could convince me of that, political benefits aside.

Everything in nature was fighting against this.

That fact was only evidenced by Lucky and Clover nipping at each other as we waited for Peter to give us instructions.

Unfortunately, Ford’s banging was actually warranted.

I opened the door, ready to punch him, when he snapped, “Outside. Now. Every camp in a five mile radius has been abandoned.”

We got our shit together very fast after that.

Not unlike the waterline receding before a tidal wave formed and obliterated a coast line, this was a bad sign.

There could be any number of reasons behind that move, but it certainly wasn’t an advance of the peace negotiations we were expecting.