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The richness of Tully’s scent, thick and heady, encouraged me. She was royalty, to be exalted. The song that came from me was something living.

“Stop.”

My fingers throbbed as I rested my trembling, clawed hand on the slick-covered keys, wanting to lick the ivory surface.

I looked up at Tully, begging in silence.

“Good boy. When you’re done cleaning those keys, I want those talented fingers playing me. Understand?”

I swallowed a desperate sob, scrambling on my knees. My tongue laved across the smooth surface. It was a filthy disgrace to treat my piano in such a way. But it felt like an anointing, a purging.

My cock strained against my pants, but I couldn’t drag my tongue away from the trail of perfect sin. I flattened my tongue against her thighs, needing to reach her warm paradise.

“Tully, fuck.” I tasted her with a reverence I couldn’t mask.

It should frighten me, the wave of cascading emotion. But I was more centered than I could remember. Tully was inside me, in front of me, and I reveled in her. She draped her legs over my shoulders, used her calves to bring me closer and lock me against her flesh. Her clit pulsed under my tongue, decadent silk.

“Don’t stop.” She tugged on my hair, a breathless reprimand.

I slid two fingers into her channel, groaning as her pussy clamped down on me. I dragged my tongue down her dripping slit as my fingers moved against the roughened roof of her channel.

“Angel,” I muttered the word against her squirming body, worshiping her with my tongue, my fingers.

My fingers ached from playing and my tongue throbbed as I licked deeper. I rubbed myself against the piano in search of friction. The choking clasp of my jeans was just enough for mydesperate cock. I moaned into Tully as my release spurted inside my underwear.

Warmth rolled through my veins, like the echo of my song. Her thighs muffled her cries as they clamped around my ears. Her orgasm was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.

I pulled back, dazed and trembling. Tully shivered, and there was a moment of awkwardness as she came back to herself.

She gestured to my half-hard bulge. “Do you want me to?”

I quirked my lips and shook my head. “Taken care of, hands free, angel. But why? Is this forgiveness?”

I helped her off the piano, careful not to take advantage of her touch. My chest was tight as I waited for her answer.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about this pack. I felt you here, tonight.” Her hand brushed between her breasts. “You were so angry and hurt, Pan. You’ve been carrying that for such a long time. I think everyone in this pack has been carrying darkness like that for too long, including me. I don’t think I want to do it alone anymore.”

“Are you trying to say you love me, angel?” My sardonic grin was supposed to cut the tension, but it only heightened as her cheeks turned pink.

“Is that what you feel for me?”

“Love is too small a word for what’s inside me. You’re the music I’ve been missing. You, Walden, and me? We’re a symphony, angel.”

The grin we shared was a bridge between the darkness inside me to the light she emanated.

She was the spark I could follow through midnight.

And I intended to.

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Tully

“So.” I stirred my tea with a grimace. “This is awkward.”

Seph sighed and rested her hand on her chin. She was in a loose summer dress and she bounced a crossed leg. “It doesn’t have to be.”

I gave her an incredulous look, my stomach a swarm of bees. It had been almost a month since Chase leaked my nudes and my head was still a mess. I had thrown myself intoHartlock, Unfiltered,and finishing up the series I was doing featuring my old footage from The Barracks.