Page 125 of Destined Dawn

“Always used to like doing it like the fucking hunting dog I am, little rabbit – from behind. That was until I met you. Now I want to see you when I fuck you. Want to see all of you. Your pretty face, your bouncing tits, your fucking pussy.”

He lifts my legs, clutching them against his chest.

I smile up at him and then, because I can’t help myself, I tickle my toes against his ears.

The skin beneath his right eye twitches and I giggle.

“Little rabbit,” he growls, “behave.”

Never, I mouth up at him and he groans like I gutted him before driving his cock deep inside me.

I’m sensitive and tender and every thrust he makes feels divine. Soon all that ferocity on his face – the expression that makes him seem so sinister – fades away, replaced by that boyish look. The one that has my heart swelling for him.

The others, lying around the bed, watch as he fucks me. I’m happy for it to be the two of us, for him to show them how he can do beautiful things not just destructive, but soon I’m pining for more hands, more touch. More mates.

“Stone,” I mutter. “Azlan, Tristan, Spencer.”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Don’t just lie there!”

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Azlan

She doesn’t needto finish her words, we’re all on her once again and then it’s a mixture of all of us, kissing her, touching her, stroking her, pinching her, biting her, sucking her.

I feel her wet arousal on my fingertips and on my tongue; her skin grows damp and slippery with sweat. I taste the salt.

My hand covers someone else’s as I squeeze her breast and at some point my tongue slides against someone else’s in her mouth.

Our magic shatters and shimmers around us, lighting up the room as the darkness falls and anyone glancing up at Tristan’s window will think we’re holding our own damn fireworks display.

At some point, someone has the damn foresight to castanother barrier spell and then I’m kissing her, deep and penetrating as one of her other mates moves between her thighs. Then she’s on my lap riding my stiff cock as hands and mouths continue to smother her.

She’s wet and sticky now, come on her cheek and on her thighs, her hair tangled, wound around someone’s fist. I come, holding her tight against me, kissing her again as someone else claims her from behind.

It goes on like that for most of the night. Us hungry for her, she just as hungry for us, and then we’re climbing under the covers, a tangle of bodies and limbs, tumbling into sleep, content, satisfied, floating in bliss regardless of what tomorrow may bring.

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Rhi

I fall asleep cocoonedin the middle of five men –myfive men – happier than I think I’ve ever been – okay, sore and tired too. But considering I may be facing death tomorrow, I’m asleep in minutes.

I dream.

I dream of the battle. I dream of the considerable power it’s going to take to overcome Christopher Kennedy. All of it streams past my eyes; all of it in such detail there can be no mistaking.

When I wake, the dream doesn’t fade like dreams so often do. It’s vivid and clear in my mind.

I’ve seen the future. I’ve seen what’s necessary. Now I just have to make it happen.

I know what I have to do.

Carefully, so as not to wake the five snoozingmen curled around me, I climb out of the bed, pulling on underwear and clothes as I do. Pip’s already there waiting for me by the door, sitting calmly, even though I’m convinced he knows what has to happen as much as I do. I find it hard to look at him and I scoop him up into my arms and squeeze him against my chest. He doesn’t wriggle or protest. He remains still in my arms, allowing me to carry him out into the hallway and down the stairs.

It’s early, the dawn barely creeping across the horizon, but there are already people up and about, whispering to each other, dashing from place to place, or testing their magic, the sound of it echoing off the paths. They stare at me, star-struck, as I pass them by but no one talks to me, not until I’m walking right by the door of our old dorm. Then I hear Winnie call out.