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“Starling—” My wolf stumbles back a step, his voice rough, and the rejection sears through me like a knife. I whip my eyes toward the warlock, my mouth trembling. I don’t understand why they won’t give me what Ineed. A keening sound fills the room, and it takes a second for me to realize it’s coming from me.
“Easy,” the warlock soothes, like he’s talking to a panicked animal. “Easy. We have you, Princess. We’ll give you what you need.” An invisible hand strokes over my forehead and down my cheek, the icy relief instantaneous.
“Vaelor,” the other bites off. The warlock slides a cutting look his way, a second sensation of ice drifting over my chest.
“But you need to understand what’s happening here,” he continues, turning back to me, that icy touch not missing an inch of skin, even if it doesn’t touch the ball of heat sitting in my chest. “You don’t run from us once we claim you.” He leans forward, brushing one of my hands away from my breast, pinching my nipple roughly between two fingers. I cry out, the sting of his touch shooting straight down to my clit. He smirks, his pupils dilating, swallowing the gold as they blaze into mine. “You’re ours, Princess, to do with as we please. Our property, our mate. You’ll crave us as much as we crave you, and no one else will be allowed to touch you.”
A hand wraps around the strands of my hair, yanking tight, pulling my face toward the wolf. He’s back at the edge of the bed, his eyes glowing green and feral with want.
“Starling,” he breathes. “Tell us you understand.”
I cansmellhim, my eyes dropping to the waistband of his briefs, the crown of his cock just visible. He follows my eyes, letting out a rough chuckle.
“I know what you need,” he whispers. “You want our cum, little mate? You want a taste?”
The warlock is still playing with my nipples, but his icy magic slides between my legs, gliding over my pulsing clit. “She wants us to fill her up. Don’t you, Princess? She’s at our mercy, and she loves it.”
“Please,” I breathe. “More.”
My wolf eyes me, as if confirming for himself what the warlock is saying, and then he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock and presses it into my mouth. It’s an explosion of taste on my tongue, and I groan, sucking him deeper into my mouth, needing more, more,more.
My warlock steps back, and I hear the rustle of clothing, a low whine escaping as the wolf’s essence disappears. He pulls his hand free, and I whimper desperately.
“Please,” I say again, not recognizing the huskiness of my own voice. “I can’t bear it.” I press my hands to my stomach, a cramp seizing my insides. “It hurts.”
A hand strokes my hair back from my forehead. “Easy.”
My eyes are heavy, and I struggle to keep them open, the bed dipping and a body slotting between my thighs. His brawny shoulders push my legs apart even as he leans down, blowing a breath over my sex, making me moan.
“Stay still, baby.” The tone is soft enough, but the order still has goose bumps dimpling my flesh. And then a mouth is on my clit, suckling me, tongue swirling around and around the swollen bundle of nerves. Slick gushes out of me at the touch, soaking the bottom half of his face and my thighs. I gasp. A distant part of me recognizes that this isn’t normal, my body not usually ever thiswet, but I’m distracted when a loud, masculine groan rents the air.
“Fuck me,” he mutters on a growl. “She tastes so damn good.”
“Make her come,” the icy voice orders. I blink, and then he’s there, golden eyes staring into mine. “Okay, Princess?”
I bob my head up and down just as teeth graze my clit, and my vision whites out as I explode. A scream leaves my throat, but then a mouth is on mine, swallowing every sound down, inhaling each breath. He cups my cheek, fingers digging into my jaw as his tongue tangles against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth with relish.
He pulls back reluctantly, nipping my bottom lip, chuckling when I lift myself up, chasing him. The warlock gives me one last peck, and then he’s gone.
The orgasm seems to have cleared the haze of lust just long enough for logic to creep back in. A small voice whispers a warning, but it’s buried as my warlock—Vaelor—lies down beside me, my wolf still between my thighs, pressing soothing kisses to my clit, his stubble grazing roughly against my skin.Connor.
Their hands are everywhere, soothing me, easing me down until my breathing evens out.
“You with us, Princess?” Vaelor asks, hooking an arm around my neck and tugging me into him. I don’t fight his hold, pressing my face into him.
“Yeah,” I whisper. As soon as the word leaves my mouth, I feel just how true it is. And a part of me knows I’ve sealed my fate, agreeing to far more than I ever could have realized.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
vaelor
Connor gets off the bed, wiping the slick off his face with a smug smile. I roll my eyes at him. He struts across the room, uncaring of his nudity and hard dick leading the way, going to the small kitchenette in the corner and pulling a bottle of water out of the minibar.
He comes back, twisting the cap off and pressing the bottle to Felicity’s lips, urging, “Drink, Starling. You’re gonna need it.”
She sips delicately at the cool water, her eyes still heavy with arousal. It’s only a matter of time before her heat grips her again.
We weren’t sure if theMireveilwould have an effect on her—not as a human—and even now, I’m not certain if it’s the draught or the fact that her body finally recognizes us as her mates. But I’ll press our advantage while she’s cognizant enough to understand exactly what’s happening here.