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Luca chuckled, still half hard inside Con, though he knew he’d come a half dozen times. He could feel Sam’s spend inside of him, and Con’s against his stomach. He planned to paint them all in come, sleep, and do it again, for at least a few days.
“You’re like a cooling pack,” Con said. “So good.”
“Yeah? What’s good? You want to be cooled down? Or heated up?” Luca wiggled his hips.
Con met his movement. Sam let them slide together, even when his cock slipped free from Luca’s ass.
“Sam needs some love too,” Con said.
“Can he fuck your face?” Luca begged. “I want to see him buried deep down your throat since I can’t do it yet. Not till I have more practice with the longer fangs. I want to see him shoved down the back of your throat while I’m balls deep in you.”
Con sighed deeply, the sound content and warm as he turned his head to look at Sam, who crawled up beside him. “Hi.”
Sam smiled. One of those rare, unguarded grins that only Luca and Con ever got to see. “Slow or fast?”
Con grunted and reached out to grip Sam’s cock, his fingers tracing the length with reverie. “Let me taste you.”
“It’s okay to bite?” Luca asked.
“Yes,” Con agreed.
“No,” Sam protested. “You don’t know if you’ll have control enough to stop.” The single bite they’d shared had healed, but Luca licked his lips at the idea of another taste.
“Maybe when he climaxes, we can share another sip,” Sam offered.
“Only one climax?” Con asked.
“My plan is to bring you as many times as I can,” Luca boasted, circling his hips to shift his cock in Con’s ass, hitting his prostate and making Con squirm.
“Okay,” Con agreed and reached for Sam, his fingertips gliding over Sam’s hip to tug him close. He closed his mouth around the head of Sam’s cock, licking and teasing at it until Sam groaned. “Just stay with me forever,” Con said before swallowing Sam deep.
“That’s the plan,” Luca agreed as he watched Sam’s pleasure build and thrust into Con, creating a drag that he knew Con loved, not the driving pace of urgency, but a slow swinging tease that would tip Con toward the edge, and Luca knew the three of them could teeter there for hours, playing.
Someone wanted to kill them, rip them apart, but they were safe in his arms, and he thought briefly about the colors expanding around them, protecting them, and knew he could weave it into a layer of nearly impenetrable armor. They were his to protect, and he was theirs to love. Whatever else was to come, they would face it as the trio they were meant to be.
He drove himself into Con and gripped Sam’s hair to force a kiss as Con sucked Sam deep, their connection endless and unbreakable.
EPILOGUE
Blood dripped over the woven tangle of thorn-covered vines. Page wished he could sense any change or movement, but everything was still. The entire space of the arboretum, empty, and lifeless. Distantly he could feel the ley lines, hadn’t realized until recently what the strange buzz always tugging at his magic was. All witches could sense them in some form or another. The more powerful the witch, Seiran said, the more intense the sensation. Page had learned to tune it out over the years, not realizing he could use that magic.
He let it roll through him, filling his senses with an electric snap of energy. Unlike the elemental witches, Page didn’t have some pit of earth, water, fire, or wind to pull from, or even the rarer light or dark. He thought that made him weak, his power limited without the use of blood magic. But standing there, with the ley lines blazing, he felt like someone had plugged him into a nuclear power plant.
Maxwell Hart’s soul should be there somewhere. Page knew the vampire lore. He’d read every book Director Rou had ever acquired about vampires, and everything Hart had readily available in the few weeks Page had worked for him. Could he bring Hart back? Perhaps there was a way to release him from the corruption the Ascendance had cursed the vampire with.
He sucked in a deep breath, readying himself to search the spot for any trace of Hart that he might gather and pull back, but a hand wrapped around his wrist. Page blinked, finding Kaine there, fae, not child, too pretty to be human, with eyes that saw too much.
“No,” Kaine said.
“It’s not fair,” Page replied. “He didn’t ask for any of this.” Page didn’t know all the details of Hart’s conversion. The vampire claimed he’d been fairly ordinary as vampires went, his business sense building his empire more than any magical powers, though he’d always had the vaguest of light abilities, until the Ascendance witches thought to give him more power. He’d had years of madness locked away. Hart confessed it was a temptation to release the power and go back to the monster he’d become. Buried beneath a thousand suppression spells, Hart struggled to function, and Page only knew the barest of details.
“He’ll return when he’s ready,” Kaine said, tugging Page toward the door.
“As a monster? Or who he really is?” Page asked.
“Do you know who he is? What he is?” Kaine asked.
Page knew what everyone wanted Hart to be, the ultimate vessel of magic. But that would have been his revenant, the monster they’d glimpsed, not the soul within. That was the part no one had figured out yet. How to rip the soul from the most powerful of beings and use the vessel, control it while holding the soul hostage. A nightmare existence for the chosen one. That was why they wanted Page, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew he wasn’t strong enough, nor did he yet have the training to control a vampire like Maxwell Hart.