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“Almost,” Zian echoed, his lust-filled gaze making me want to come all over him.

I shuddered, my purr automatically igniting in my chest to reward my mates, my heart humming a chaotic beat filled with love.

“There it is,” Sorin murmured. “That gorgeous, addictive sound.”

“Mine,” Zian rumbled, his expression borderline possessive.

“Ours,” Sorin corrected as he grabbed my breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The sensation made me cry out as Zian increased his pace, my body coiling tight with another climax, one that would probably knock me senseless.

But both my mates kept going, pushing me onward, and forcing me into a whirlwind of sensation and intensity.

Sorin’s hand slid down between me and Zian, his thumb gently finding my clit.

And that stroke alone was enough to set me off.

I exploded on an unintelligible noise, part purr, part scream, as Zian followed me over the edge.

Then suddenly I was kissing Sorin, drowning in his sensuality and tongue.

But he didn’t try to fuck me.

Instead he pulled me away from Zian and finished washing me off. Taking care of me. Grooming me.Worshiping me.

Zian joined him, the two of them caressing me with their hands, washing my hair, my body, myback, and eventually carrying me to the bed.

But while my eyes were heavy and my body entirely sated, I could still sense something wasn’t quite right.

Like we’d stepped into some sort of alternate reality that shouldn’t exist.

I didn’t trust it.

But right now, I was too tired to think about it.

A worry for later.

When I can walk again.

CHAPTEREIGHT

AURIC

The moment Layla’smom departed, I knew we were in trouble.

Because our mate spun on her heel, placed her hands on her hips, and narrowed her gaze at us.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded. “You punched him in the face!”

Oh, all right. Apparently, I’m the only one in trouble here.

“And you!” she continued, targeting Novak before I could speak. “I don’t even know what you did to provoke Prince Ketos, but I’m going to assume your wings had something to do with it.”

Novak grunted in response, causing her eyes to narrow even more.

I folded my arms and leaned against the balcony door, letting him take the heat. Because why not? I knew I fucked up. When she faced me again, I’d apologize. Perhaps not as contritely as I should, but the asshole considered himself her betrothed.

And no.