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Laurent’s chuckle rumbled the bed. “You heard the queen, General. I think you should get to work and fuck her ass.”

I surged my hips forward, seating myself to the hilt and rocking her forward. She shivered and braced herself on her forearms on Laurent’s chest. “More,” she gasped. “Oh gods, you’re both so deep.”

Slowly, I pulled out a few inches and then eased back in. I felt every inch of Laurent’s cock. The sensation was unlike anything else in the world. Nothing but a thin barrier separated us. We’d spent a long time twisted tightly together. But maybe just a little space between us—some breathing room between the vines—could make everything better. Help us thrive.

“Keep going,” Given urged, her voice thick with lust. “Please don’t stop.”

I gave my queen what she wanted, grabbing her hips and grinding into her hole. Laurent followed my lead, filling her with measured, practiced thrusts. We fucked her together, sliding in and out and over each other, our cocks meeting inside her.

The room grew thick with lust. Pleasured sighs and low, lazy moans. We moved together, Given rocking with our thrusts. Her soft curves molded perfectly to our harder bodies, and her breathy sighs mingled with our deeper moans. I kissed her and then I kissed Laurent. And then I lost track. Kisses flowed between the three of us, our mouths meeting and parting and meeting again.

Eventually, Laurent’s fingers threaded with mine. He thrust faster, and I matched his pace. We lost our rhythm, pumping our dicks harder, our gazes locked as we barreled toward orgasm. Given came first, her ass spasming around my dick as she screamed hoarsely.

Laurent gripped my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine as he jerked his hips up and up, spearing Given’s pussy in short, brutal thrusts. He thrust a final time and yelled, his fangs slicing his lip.

I darted my head forward and swiped the blood, and I came with his taste in my mouth as I pumped Given’s ass full of seed.

The three of us landed in a heap of sweaty limbs, our sticky, sated bodies tangled together. Given’s hair streamed over everything. She curled against me, her head on my shoulder and her damp pussy pressed against my thigh. I turned my head and found Laurent on my other side, one arm bent under his head, silver eyes watching me.

“Love you,” I said in his head.

He leaned forward and kissed me softly. “I love you, too.”

Sleep tugged at my eyelids. I didn’t fight it as I settled more deeply into the bed. The three of us were warm and safe. No one could hurt us here. Tomorrow, we’d face the troubles looming on our horizon.

A sigh eased from my chest as I drifted into slumber. And if Jordan of Twyl’s voice whispered in my head about Fate and prophecy and magic determined to flow its course, well, I ignored it.

Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about those things.

Nothing would disturb this night.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

GIVEN

I woke to the sound of two snoring men.

Was this my life now?

A smile curved my lips. If so, I had no problem with it. But falling back to sleep was out of the question—at least until I’d relieved my bladder.

Moving slowly, I disentangled myself from Varick and Laurent, climbing over hairy legs and hard muscle. Just as I slid from the bed, a big hand caught my wrist.

I whipped my head to the side and met a pair of gleaming golden eyes.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Varick rumbled.

Heat streaked to my pussy, and I bit back a groan of desire. Every time we made love, I learned more about Varick of Lar Keiren.

Like how he was absolutely in charge of everything that happened in bed.

I shivered.

His brows pulled together. “You’re cold.”

That was another thing. The general was brutal, but he was also careful. And when he was finished being brutal, he was soft and kind.

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered, glancing at Laurent. My husband sprawled on his stomach, one knee pulled up. His head was turned away, his dark hair mussed. His back rose and fell in a regular rhythm.

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