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Searching my eyes and my thoughts, she smiles, and I tilt my head. How many times have I scarred and bit her? It’s only fair.

Her lips gently press to the only unscarred section of my neck, a promise and an apology before she suddenly bites down, digging her teeth in and tearing my skin. Groaning, I clutch her arm, desire coursing through me as she gnaws on the flesh. Pulling away, she spits out my blood and goes back to it, widening the mark a couple more times before sitting back.

I know it will scar, everything does on my skin, and I couldn’t be happier. If not, I would have simply bled myself dry until it did. Gripping her face, I lean into her, hungry for her flesh and body. Her breathing picks up as we sway together.

Just then, the door bursts open. “Stop fucking around, you two. We found the monster. It’s a goddamn leprechaun.”

“A leprechaun?” Ferol smirks, leaning into me. “And you couldn’t handle it?”

“Vicious, very vicious,” Torrin grumbles. “Come on, let’s go.”

Sparing each other a look, we roll our eyes and get to our feet. At the door, I wipe her lips with my thumb and kiss her, tasting myself. “Let’s go save your idiot mates.”

“Your idiot friends,” she retorts before grinning. “I love you too.”

She walks out of the door, leaving me blinking incredulously after her.

“Ferol!” I roar, giving chase, her laughter reaching me on the wind.

Yes, it’s not a perfect life, but it’s good, and it’s all mine.

CHAPTER

FORTY-THREE

Three months later…

Iwas always curious about their mind connection, and when I first started to get snippets and thoughts down the mate bond, I was terrified of what they would see. Sometimes I still am, but we all have our pasts and our nightmares. We are trying to overcome them together and not let them rule our lives. There is no getting rid of them, that’s not how it works, but I also don’t want it to be the sum of who I am. Besides, it has its pluses. I get to see their thoughts of me, which I worried would be bad, but they are actually very nice. I hate displays of emotion, but hearing it in their minds? I enjoy it very much.

The connection also makes hunting easier. We can coordinate and react over vast distances without making a sound, but sometimes I like to hear their voices, especially if they are moaning my name.

We’ve managed to find and safely capture fifteen of the collector’s escaped specimens in the last three months—no easy feat, but it’s been fun working with them, out on the road and getting to see the world and help people.

Freedom is what I love the most.

The sea is quiet for once, and there is no land in sight as I sprawl on the deck and stare up at the midday sun. The heat is reminiscent of Gehenna, but the fresh, salty air and space around me is a reminder that I am free.

I hear them before I see them. They plop down next to me. It can be hard to have space on a boat, but they try their best to give me room when they feel like I need it and then reappear when I’m ready, like now.

I roll my head to take them in as they sit and lie around me. I’m soaking in the sun nude, so I know it won’t take long. It’s why they came, and seconds later, a hand snakes up my thigh. We struggle to go long without touching—sometimes just for comfort, and other times for pleasure—but with me lying here like this? It was a test of their control, and they are done playing.

Me? I’m just getting started.

Smirking, I let my phoenix out and push off, soaring into the sky to escape them.

A hand snags my ankle when I try to flee, seeing my action before I can fully complete it, and it yanks me down to the deck as I am pinned to the wood.

Desire, hunger, love, and obsession fill our joined heads, so much so we never have to speak it out loud. Sometimes it’s nice, and sometimes it makes me want to hit them, but times like now, I don’t mind it at all.

Hands pin each of my arms and legs down as mouths slide across me. I relax back and close my eyes, handing myself over to the pleasure. Big hands part my thighs, and I groan as a palm cups my cunt.

“You’re so wet. We’ve felt you getting more and more hungry for us for hours, pushing us to our limits, you tease,” Kitt says out loud as fingers slip inside me—different sizes, different people. Another set, wet with something, pushes into my ass while two mouths close on my nipples. One is soft, and one is hard. My chest arches up as I groan.

“I was seeing how long you’d resist,” I rasp, groaning when a mouth seals over my pussy despite the fingers, their tongue lashing my clit. “It made me needy.”

“We felt it,” Emrys growls. “Now we want what our mate was offering.”

Their teasing hands and mouths don’t stop. If anything, they get more insatiable as my thighs are pushed farther apart.