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“Kitt!” My name leaves her lips in a plea, and whatever humanity that was left in me disappears. Fucking her body to the point of pain, I take what I want, and she burns alongside me, her flames licking my skin, melting some of my clay, until pleasure arcs through us. The bond wraps around us like rope, tightening until we explode.

My roar shakes the boat as I spill my release inside her, pleasure claiming every inch of me until I’m shaking and limp. I struggle to breathe as her cunt grips me, milking me for every drop as she whines, shivers, and shakes against me. The rope continues to tighten, drawing out the pleasure until it stops and sinks into our skin, becoming unbreakable.

My granite hands hit the wood on either side of hers, framing her deadly claws as I hang my head and surround her for a moment, trying to recover.

The entire world has shifted and changed around me. One touch, one taste of her body and I know I will never be the same again.

“Kitt,” she cries out. For a moment, there’s no hatred there, just need and all-consuming feelings. We are little more than this ship housing us, adrift in the storm.

“Shh, I have you.” It slips free as we press together, adjusting to this new sensation. When I finally catch my breath, I pull from her body, and she spins, struggling to stand upright, so I catch her. We stare into each other’s eyes, the mate bond demanding I take her again and mark every inch of her as mine.

“Shit,” she says, and it echoes my thoughts as I stare at her, wide-eyed, feeling that mate bond wrap around me tighter. When I look at her now, the hatred slides away, replaced by possessiveness.

“Shit,” I repeat.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

Istare up at the four incredulous faces. Kitt is next to me, silent and ashamed, looking embarrassed by this lapse of control as they stare us down. His hands cover his cock since he’s still naked, though it seems more accidental than for modesty purposes. The nagging mate bond demands I pull them off and take what is mine again. Pursing my lips, I avoid looking at the ruined table or thinking about the cum sliding down my leg since they stormed in here before I could even get fully dressed. I have a shirt on and not much else.

At least they let us finish, I guess.

“Seriously?” Torrin demands as he looks between us. Their faces are flushed, and it’s obvious they felt our pleasure from their wide-eyed looks and the stains on the fronts of their pants . . . and they are pissed.

I would have thought having an orgasm would make them feel better. These guys are weird. I was feeling pretty good until they stormed in here and started interrogating us, and all those happy, post sex, blissful feelings dissipated as the reality of what we did settled in. Even now, I find myself pressing my shoulder to Kitt’s arm, liking the contact a little too much.

Fucking mate bond.

“It was an accident,” I say. I feel like a teenager again, when my mother caught me messing around with Flora’s nephew and was furious. I think it had more to do with whom I chose to sleep with rather than what I was doing, but still, that same embarrassment tries to corner me now, even though we are both consenting adults.

“What, you slipped and fell onto his dick?” Raiden scoffs as he crosses his arms.

“Yes?” I reply, and he rolls his eyes, but I grow tired of their irritation. “We had sex. Get over it. It happened.”

“And now the mate bond is stronger than ever. What were you thinking?” Emrys snaps, looking at Kitt.

“I wasn’t,” he admits, and he shuffles a little ways away from me before stopping with a pained expression. The bond is particularly demanding right now, trying to seal us together. It even reaches out to the others, commanding I claim them. My soul aches, like I am not quite whole, and I know they could fix that. It’s a drugging feeling, and I sway with the need to seal the bond and claim them.

“All this time, you’ve been pushing us away from her, and then you go and do this.” Bram waves his hand. “You just wanted her for yourself.”

Kitt’s head snaps up, his eyes narrowing. “Just because I feel guilty does not mean you can speak to me like that. Remember who I am.”

“Oh, I do, the one determined to break the bond, but here we are, locked tighter to her!” Torrin yells, steam emerging from his nostrils. “You’re a goddamn hypocrite.”

Their argument only gets worse, but their words become a haze as the bond constricts around me like a naga, making it hard to breathe. It’s like now that I’ve acknowledged it, it refuses to be ignored. It wants them, and it’s tired of waiting. They are right in front of me, ripe for the taking. Licking my lips, I try to push it back, but they move closer and I can smell them.

Fire burns deep in my core, and I bend slightly to contain it, closing my eyes.

“I seriously can’t believe you. What do we do now?” Emrys snarls, and my eyes lock on him and the way his lips move. I have to grip the bench below me to stop myself from lunging at him. I’m out of control, and I know I can’t hold this back forever.

We unlocked the door and now it’s surging forward, and I don’t stand a chance.

“Get out,” I grit through my teeth, but everyone ignores me, continuing to argue until I vibrate with anger and need. My thighs are slick with it, as if preparing to take all of my mates. My body is awake and alert, no longer mine.

Gods, I can’t do this.

It hurts.