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Nox is still kneeling between our legs, his eyes holding a wicked gleam to them. “My turn,” he says.

I hum in agreement and gently pull Fallon upward to release my cock from her luscious heat. But before I can hand her to him, he presses her back down and bends to lick her clean.

She jolts and moans, her hands going to his hair to pull him away.

But he’s relentless, and soon she’s writhing again, too caught up in his mouth to care about recovering. His name leaves her mouth, followed by mine, and I kiss her, helping to ground her in the present while Nox works his magic between her thighs.

I’m not surprised at all when he brings her to orgasm again, nor am I shocked to find myself hardening against her once more.

We’ve only begun our time together. Not just tonight, but for eternity.

“Are you ready for Nox to fuck you, little flame?” I ask her. “Because he has a surprise for you that you haven’t seen yet.”

Her eyelashes part to reveal twin pools of emerald ecstasy. “Surprise?” she repeats, sounding adorably exhausted.

“Mmm,” I hum, my lips finding her ear. “It’s a surprise you’ll enjoy.”

“What kind of surprise?” she asks.

Rather than answer, I take hold of her chin and turn her face toward a standing Nox. He kicked off his swimsuit at some point while kneeling, probably so he could stroke himself as he devoured Fallon.

Fallon blinks, not understanding right away.

Then her gaze goes to Nox’s cock.

And the piercings forming a ladder down his shaft.

Her lips part and I nuzzle her neck. “It looks intimidating,” I tell her. “But trust me, you’ll love it. Nox will make sure of it.”

He reaches for her then, and I release her.

“Bedroom?” I guess.

“Bedroom,” he echoes, pulling her out of the shower and into a fluffy towel. “Now that Bane has helped me take the edge off, we can truly begin.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

NOLAN

Portals are so much fasterthan airplanes,I think as I step into a New York City alley.Much more discreet, too.

Fortunately, a good friend of mine mated a witch queen. While the two of them might have run off to rule over the witch’s world last year, the legacy of my friendship with the witch queen’s mate has afforded me a few favors.

Such as access to very hard-to-find portal potion magic.

With a little sprinkle of the liquid, I close the portal in my wake and take in my dimly lit surroundings. When I left Ireland, night was falling. Which means it’s afternoon here. But the sun isn’t all that bright overhead, thanks to the towering skyscrapers all around me.

Still a shithole,I realize after only a few steps. It’s all run-down with a dystopian flair due to decades of criminal activity. There are some nice areas—those owned by the syndicate boss families—but the city has mostly faded into ruin.

Alas, I never cared much for New York City. In its prime, it was too crowded. And the buildings have always suffocated my wings—something that hasn’t changed even now.

I have my feathers tucked in, giving me the appearance of a normal man walking down the street. However, I can feel my plumes craving freedom, to take to the sky and escape these too-tall structures around me.

Rolling my shoulders, I ignore the sensation and focus on the vacant street.

The Outcast Coven is headquartered in Staten Island, making that my—

A prickle of warning caresses the back of my neck, causing the hairs to dance along my skin beneath my leather jacket. I continue forward, my pace steady as I evaluate my surroundings, searching for whatever set off my instincts.