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We kiss, and I try to keep it as dry as possible. If I were to lick into him now, I don’t know if he could hold his orgasm back.

“So beautiful,” Shayla whispers.

Rourke and I both give her a soft kiss on the mouth. All three of us are like a perfect symbol—a triad, the power of three.

“Together?” Rourke asks.

We nod.

Rourke latches onto where my neck meets my shoulder but doesn’t bite down. Though the sensation alone rockets my arousal to another level.

Pumping into my sweet mate, I’m making love to both.

We all groan with anticipation. Shayla reaches her peak first, and she pulses around my cock.

And I lose it.

My cum coats her insides as I scream out with bliss.

Rourke bites down, and I cry out again.

His release pounds inside her tight pussy, and I feel the excess gush around my balls.

Through my closed eyes, I perceive a growing light. I open them to see our hearts glow.

I feel my connection with Rourke snap into place, and my bond with Shayla intensifies.

She clenches so hard around my cock that I think she might break the thing off. Her body quivers and shakes.

Our mighty little mate cries out as Rourke and I roar with our extended orgasms.

I must pass out because the next thing I know, I’ve collapsed on top of them. I slide off Shayla to free her from my weight, and she slides off Rourke with me. The copious amount of cum from our exits creates an illicit squelching sound.

I get hard again just from thinking how we have utterly claimed each other—mind, body, and soul.

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FALL OUT

SHAYLA

The bonding with Rourke and Branden somehow solidifies the entire mating coven. It’s as if the whole group’s energy snaps into place with this completion. Or maybe that’s just how I feel.

I’m more settled with the incomplete bond no longer making me ache for Rourke. The nagging insecurity of his rejection has evaporated. And he’s back to being the sweet guy from the party.

Branden and Rourke seem more at ease with each other. Maybe it’s the claiming, perhaps something else. I think they were both looking for acceptance… a family.

We head back to the cottage, and all six of us snuggle pile on the huge bed.

My backside presses into my druid. I nuzzle Rourke’s warm chest, as he lays sandwiched between Branden and me. My vamp has his arm lying over both of us. Quade is near my head, and his hand nestles in my thick hair. Landis’ shadow is draped over Arden’s side and wrapped around my waist.

I feel lucky as hell that I even have this brief moment with all my mates surrounding me with their love.

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In the morning, no one wants to be the one to move and break this peacefulness.

Today, we are returning to the academy and facing the consequences of what we did to save ourselves and the realms. They worry the most significant backlash will be my leaving the school before I passed my magical control exams.

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