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He cries out with his pleasure, and I hum with happiness.

When I finish gulping him down, Quade gently tugs for me to stand. I go willingly and gratefully. He pulls me close, and our swords cross. Fuck, to have his silken rod brush against mine—I almost faint.

He unbuckles the belt around my wrists and rubs them.

Then his hand firmly cradles my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eye. It’s intimidating, especially since he hasn’t spoken a word. I worry he will refuse my touch after this, even if his body enjoyed what I did.

“Landis,” he murmurs before capturing my lips and plundering my mouth with his tongue. He licks and sucks, tasting himself on me, and moans, all while still holding my face to him. “You’re lucky Shayla broke my teacher-student rule, and she’s years younger than you, or else I don’t think I would indulge in my desire.”

“Hollis…” I breathe out, canting my hips into his.

“Quade,” he corrects me.

“Quade…”

“What do you need?” His free hand dips down between us and glides down my shaft.

My breath hitches.

His grip is rougher than Shayla’s as he strokes me. “You need to come?”

“Yes, sir,” I beg. “Please.”

“Since you’ve been such a good, patient incubus.” Quade chuckles against my lips. He works his hand over my cock. Then he takes both our cocks in his grip, stroking us together in the same palm.

“Fuck,” I hiss. I grab his face and claim his mouth.

He allows it, even if his natural dominance and uncertainty of the situation make him hesitant to let me take the lead.

He breaks away. “I’m not taking your ass until our mate can watch me sinking into you. I’ll make you eat her sweet pink pussy and have you use all your shadows to probe all her holes. All the while, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude right out of you.”

“Goddess!” I cry and spurt over his muscular chest.

I drop my head to his shoulder, and he holds me. I want to weep with what he’s gifted me. My arms circle around him. We stand there for a full minute or more, then he says, “Why don’t you clean me up, and we can rest?”

Holy hoovers, as Shayla might say.

Instantly, my cock is at attention again. I drop to my knees slowly, licking my cum off his beautiful body.

He gives me a smile of satisfaction as I clean every drop from his gorgeous flesh.

Then we fall into an embrace on the tiny bed.

Tears well up in me. So many emotions. What just happened with Quade, letting my guard down with someone else. Then the worst thought… I’m worried that I will never see my shadowmate again.

He must sense my fears. “It’s okay. Let it out,” he coos.

And I do. I cry into the chest of a male I’m in love with.

21

REGROUPED

BRANDEN

Arden, Rourke, and I trudge back toward our safe house in the middle of the faerie lands. I’m exhausted—physically, magically, and emotionally.

In agony over our lost love, my heart almost refuses to beat. When it does, it feels like lead burns through my veins instead of blood.

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