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“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Her eyes lighten up. “It’s probably time to do a demonstration again for the Tributes in your dragon forms. I think they’d be open to it now. They’d love it and find you just as beautiful as I do.”

“Just as terrifying, you mean?” I grin.

The hand on my face goes around the back of my neck, where she plays with my hair. I want to arch my back and purr like a fucking cat at her touch.

“You looked like you were having a good time with Hannah tonight.”

Does she want to palm me off already? I hope not because I’m not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

I grab her hands in one of mine, holding them above her head, pressed down on the mattress, and then I enter her pussy in one easy thrust.

“I don’t want to talk about Hannah or anyone else.” I kiss her as I start thrusting into her tight heat. “I don’t want to talk at all,” I say against her mouth before deepening the kiss.

I only wish I could stay here forever.

25

Paisley

“Hey, Paisley.” Maggie puts a hand on my leg and shakes me.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” I yawn. “Arctic stayed until late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. I’m pooped.”

He was like a man possessed. We had sex for what felt like hours. He barely pulled out of me unless it was to change position or to give me a few minutes to catch my breath after an orgasm. That was it.

His stamina was unreal. I think I came five or six times. I can’t remember. No, I can; it was six. The last time was a double orgasm, one straight after the other. The second more powerful than the first.

I was decidedly sore this morning. I still am…just a little.

I barely remember him leaving. I was done…finished…hollowed out. I think my muscles are getting a little stiff. I should stretch or it might be worse tomorrow.

I’m glad I could help him forget and feel better, but… No, no buts. He’s been honest with me about where we stand with one another. Last night was no exception.

Maggie shakes me again. “Earth to Paisley. You’re doing it again. It isn’t just a lack of sleep. You’re distracted. What’s going on? Although I can guess.”

I sigh. “I’m worried about Arctic. He wasn’t himself last night.”

“Can you blame him?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. I tried to be there for him…in the way he wanted me to be there.”

“Sexually, you mean?”

I nod. “I’m worried about him. I’ve sent him a few texts, but he hasn’t answered me.”

“His brother was beheaded earlier today, babe. It happened right in front of him. Hazard told me that he didn’t so much as flinch. He just stood there and watched like it was nothing. According to Hazard, Ice was a coward. He begged, he pleaded, he blamed Arctic, called him a murderer, but Arctic didn’t budge. Not even as the blade came down and his head rolled.”

I cringe internally just thinking about it. I feel so sorry for Arctic.

“He must be hurting.” My gut churns with worry. “You say he acted like it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing to him. He’s feeling it.” I rub my lips together. “He was different last night. I know I haven’t known him long, but it isn’t like him to ghost me. He’s hurting. I think he’s hurting really badly, but I don’t know what to do about it.” I realize I’m crying and wipe the tears from my cheeks. “I know he needs me. He needs someone.” I sniff.

“Oh, babe. I’m so sorry.” She rubs a hand up and down my back. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for him or for you. I mean, you care about him. I know how it goes. I tried to break up with Hazard, but he asked me for a little bit longer. He looked hurt. I said it was fine, even though I know I should put an end to it. But I like him and care for him, so I couldn’t turn him down. You care for Arctic in the same way. You like him and are friends with him.”

I nod. “Yep. I hate the thought of him hurting.”

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