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His finger worked over my clit until it was too much. I pushed him away. He went to work on my jeans, doing exactly what he said he was going to do. He pushed them down, taking my panties with them until I was naked. I worked on his next, pulling one leg down, then the other. It was almost like opening a present. I hadn’t seen Travis’s cock. I’d felt it. I’d felt him. I peeled his boxers down and the silky head stood at attention. He helped me take his boxers the rest of the way off because I got sidetracked looking at him. My stomach tightened, the little string tethering us together pulled us closer and closer.

Travis beckoned me forward, placing one of my legs in between him and the couch cushions and the other on the outside of his hip until I was poised just above him. He pulled down on my hips and I lowered over him, slowly, at his guidance. Every last rigid inch of him pushed inside me. My mouth dropped, the feeling of completeness took over. Hot shit, I wanted him. I wanted him to come inside me. I wanted to strangle him with my climax. He knew he had me at the end of my rope. He lifted his hips, sending a shiver up my spine, then he pulled me down, sealing our lips together as we came together, our hips moving in sync against the others. He sucked in a breath as I rolled my hips into his over and over and over again. It wasn’t just me that was affected. He was shaking, too. With need. With a fullness we’d both resisted.

“Jesus, Norah. Fuck me, this is amazing.”

God, I couldn’t get enough. I rolled my hips, taking him in as far as he would go. “I can’t believe you made me wait for this. I fucking hate you,” I said, breathless.

“I know. I told you I’m an asshole.” His hands squeezed my ass, and I let out a low moan.

He did it again and again as he set the pace, faster and harder. I was going to show him what he’d been missing though. I’d promised myself I’d make him beg for it.

I held onto his hips to keep him down and then rocked into him hard before retreating again. His eyes widened as he moaned.

I pulled away until just the tip of him was inside me and then did it again, pushing us both to the edge until we let out short cries.

“Fuck, Norah.”

I retreated again, swirling over his tip until I felt my orgasm coming, and then rolled into him hard, putting an exclamation point on my orgasm. It ripped through me, and I screamed. Travis’s fingers sank into my ass, urging my hips up and down and right into his own climax. He locked eyes with me as it hit him, and I took control sliding over him as he emptied everything into me. Fuck that was hot. When we were both spent, he pulled me down and kissed me, not letting me get away.

My magic brimmed at the surface, teasing my skin. It wasn’t just the two of us that had come together, I now felt closer to all of them as a unit as if we’d just been waiting for Travis to stop being an ass this whole time. But as we came together, there was a little lost piece where Liam should have been. He was faint. The bonds around all of us strengthened, but I still couldn’t feel him as much as I could the others.

“Is it going to feel like that all the time?”

“It has so far,” I said, nipping at his lip and kissing my way down his neck.

“How do you guys ever leave the fucking house?”

“It’s a daily struggle.”

He tipped my chin to make me look at him. His throat worked as his eyes shone a dazzling emerald. “In all seriousness, it’s us now. All of us.” He wound my arms around his neck and pulled me close. With him still seated inside me and encased in his strong arms, I believed him. With everything that had happened, how could it not be true? I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Chapter Fifteen

A long finger with a sharp nail poked me in the shoulder. I tried to ignore it at first, but it became more incessant. Then, a voice pierced the air. “Norah Girl, I know you are not laying naked with that boy.”

I blinked, my eyes resisting opening. Sex with Travis was…just wow.

Fingers snapped in front of my face. “And get that dreamy ass look off your face.”

I blinked harder, and the room came into view in front of me. Granny bent over Travis and I, but the rest of the room was awash with colors straight out of the Impressionism Period. Nothing in the room but Granny, Travis and I looked real. “Am I dreaming?”

Granny shook her head, her tongue clicking off the roof of her mouth. “My goodness but you just don’t know what you’re doing, do you?”

“Granny…” I whined, sitting up now, taking the small blanket Travis must have pulled down on top of us with me.

She shook her head again after watching me trying to situate myself.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t just pop in, you wouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t need help all the time, I wouldn’t just be popping in.”

True. There really wasn’t anything I could say to that. “What is it?”

“You,” she said nodding toward Travis. “You’ve done something, Norah Girl.” She placed her hands on her hips and started to walk around the room. “He was the last one, right? The one you hadn’t connected with?”

I sputtered out an awkward laugh. Connected? That made it sound so formal. What I did with the guys was nothing like that. “I don’t think we need to talk about that.”

“I really think we do because the strength of the magic coming off you is no joke. If that Dupre guy is half as powerful as he said he was, he’ll be able to find you. Find you all. The only thing saving you right now is that the one with the glasses is gone.”