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Tears burned my eyes, so I squeezed them shut. Varick’s clever fingers continued teasing my nipples, each gentle twist sending shivers dancing from my chest to my dick. Slowly, I relaxed.

“There you go,” Varick murmured, mouthing kisses against my neck. “That’s my good boy, opening that pussy.”

My eyes flew open as fresh lust bolted through me. I wasn’t sure if he referred to me or Given.

He pulled out. More warm, sanctified blood dribbled down my cleft, and then the tip of his dick prodded my hole. “Come on, good boy, open that pussy for me.”

Me. Fuck, he meant me.

His teeth caught my earlobe, and his rough voice scraped my ear as he thrust his hips, pumping his cockhead in and out of my hole. “My good boy likes that dick, doesn’t he? You want me deep in your pussy, so let me in.”

Given and I moaned in unison. “Gods, Varick,” I gasped, rocking with him. My erection returned, Varick’s filthy, scandalous words like a bonfire on my skin.

He kept up his steady thrusts, pumping the head of his dick inside me as he gnawed my ear. My resistance gave way, and I opened around him.

His grunt of victory echoed around the temple. He thrust deep and kept right on going, pumping his dick and rocking me forward. Driving his cock into me and my cock into Given. He fucked us both, his big warrior’s body crouched over us and his rough commands spurring us on.

“Look at her tits,” he grated in my ear. “So fucking pretty.”

Fuck yes, they were. They bounced with our movements, her nipples little spears that dragged across my chest. I dipped my head and tongued around one, flicking it with my fang. “Come for me, princess. I want you screaming my name when I come.”

Obedient queen that she was, she stiffened and cried out, her pussy clamping hard around my shaft as she orgasmed. Her blossoms rained harder, and a warm breeze rushed through the room, making the candles shiver. The scent of grass hit my nose, and I turned my head and watched patches of it appear and disappear on the floor.

Varick kept fucking me, his hand clamped on my hip. His heavy balls smacked mine, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

The Sanctum filled with the sounds of our fucking. Grunts and cries and the slap of skin against skin. We moved together, loving each other with our bodies as Given’s magic showered petals upon us.

Her skin glowed brighter. Her hair glowed, too, pale tendrils waving over the ground like the stem of a flower. She threw her head back and screamed. “Laurent! Oh gods, Laurent!”

“Good girl,” I rasped, then thrust hard and spurted into her heat. Behind me, Varick shuddered and flooded my ass. I came so hard my vision went blurry, the thunder of my heart filling my ears.

After a few seconds, Varick pulled out of me and collapsed on his back next to Given. I kissed her and rolled to her other side. The three of us stared at the ceiling, our chests heaving. A few more blossoms descended…then winked out of sight. The light faded, and candlelight reigned once more.

Varick rumbled on the other side of Given. “I hope you’re happy with that, Laurent, because I’m never doing it again.”

I lifted onto my elbow. “The sex or the blood rite?”

He scowled at me. “The second one.”

I flicked my gaze to Given, who watched me with sated blue eyes. Her skin was flushed but normal, the light whisked away to whatever plane she’d pulled it from. I held up my newly healed hand. “You saved Varick, and now it seems you’ve saved me. I am in your debt.”

She brushed her fingertips over the spot where the solstone had wounded me. “It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

“No. It’s perfect.” I curled my fingers around hers and brought her hand to my lips. I slid my gaze from hers to Varick’s, and watched his eyes soften with relief. And love.

General and wife.

Wife and general.

Either way, in whatever order, they were mine.

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

GIVEN

I’d been in this situation before.

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