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“You’re right, mate. I’ve kept our little V all to myself since you left, and it’s about time we shared her a bit.” My eyebrow lifted in confusion before Phillip’s mouth was next to my ear, whispering, “Your punishment, pet. I’m going to tell that saucy bastard everything I’m doing to you, and he’s going to listen. Maybe even suggest a few things. And you’re not allowed to muffle the sounds you make or argue. I want him to hear every bloody second of how good I make you feel. I want it so clear that he can see me fucking you in his own head.”

Before I could retort or complain, Phillip stole the phone and sunk his hand into my leggings, ready to make good on his promise. Or was it a threat? “Evening, mate. Stay on the line, would you? I’ve got a treat for you and a punishment for our naughty girl.”

Chapter 25

Our Girl

Phillip

The night I asked her to stay, that I didn’t mind a piece of her as long as I could still have her, I knew what I signed up for—whether it was to chase every tiresome villain through the realms to get my Liebling back or share her with others. But the idea that some of thoseothersmight be, in no uncertain terms, villains themselves wasn’t something I anticipated, and it was definitely not something I’d ever fucking allow.

That kotzbrockendaredto put his hands on her.

I couldn’t understand how he’d gotten so powerful. Was he dabbling in dark magic? What changed? I couldn’t put my finger on it, but no matter what he did, I’d outsmart him. I always did. If he wanted a fight, he’d get it.

She might think he was worth keeping around, but I had my doubts. Something about the way he followed her everywhere she went and arrogantly laid claim to her time rubbed me wrong—well, worse than normal.

Still, V was back safe, so I’d let the dummkopf live. For now. But I’d keep an even closer eye on him because I sensed a changein her, too, when it came to Cassius. The way her eyes tracked him, it was the same way she looked at that troublesome female assassin and Sloan. She was one word or touch away from giving into them. Whatever they wanted, she’d give. It was the entire reason an undeserving bastard like me got my hands on her in the first place.

But that night I promised to be happy with a piece of her, I’d meant it. I wouldn’t get in her way, only be a shadow keeping her safe from her own ill-advised lust. Sloan I could forgive. He was worthy of her affection. He’d treat her the way she deserved. But that apathetic killer who called herself Jo and the Dark Fae could get fucking bent. No way in hell I’d let either of them have any part of her. They’d have to fight me for it.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell V who she should give her affection to—and I wouldn’t if I could help it—but I’d keep her so busy she wouldn’t have time for anyone else. And when I couldn’t, I’d pass the torch to Sloan because I didn’t only trust him with my life but V’s, too.

Tilting my head and dropping kisses along V’s shoulder, I slid my fingers over her clit. She stiffened, and her breath caught.

I wasn’t a prude. I’d shared before. Never with Sloan, but I couldn’t deny that the idea of my mate losing his bloody mind while I pleasured our girl definitely appealed to me more than I thought it would. I even fantasized about what he’d do if he were here watching the two of us together. Would he suffer in a corner, or would he join in? Would we take turns fucking her, or would we get her between us and have her from both ends?

It surprised me how much I got off on the idea of having V between us, giving the little fiery Hunter more than she could handle. More than she ever dreamt of having. We’d have to go about it slow and ease her into it, but maybe it wasn’t as terrible as I first thought to share her. Maybe I didn’t hate the idea of Sloan joining us.

I hadn’t humored the thought of sharing her at first, not when I’d fought so hard to win her back from him, but now that I was, I couldn’t argue that the possibilities were endless.

V's head fell back against my chest as I slid fingers inside her. “Hear that, mate? Two fingers and she can barely keep herself upright.”

Sloan’s heavy breathing echoed in my ear. “How wet is she?”

“Soaking,” I answered in a guttural voice, finger-fucking her until her legs and insides vibrated.

V moaned, legs wobbling underneath her. She’d collapse if I wasn’t careful. Not that I wouldn’t catch her. If anything, I looked forward to it.

Our heightened hearing meant that I didn’t have to bother telling her what Sloan was saying. She’d hear it all, and it was the entire reason her pussy tightened around my fingers; the reason her body clenched and her hips bucked, seeking more friction.

I pressed into her from behind, already uncomfortably hard. She made a wanting sound, and it got me fucking throbbing. With a thrust against her backside, I gave our girl a taste of what I had planned. She responded by lifting her arm and wrapping it around my neck.

When her head turned, I licked her open mouth before driving my tongue inside. Her little mewl of appreciation bounced off the walls, no doubt heard by the other man listening on the other end of the phone.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. “Fucking you today is going to be such a goddamn treat. Let that saucy tosser hear what he’s missing out on.”

Sloan’s breath caught, and I could hear rustling noises. “Get her on the bed and tell me how she tastes,” he urged. His voice had gone gravelly. Based on the sounds in the background, he’d started to stroke himself. “Hand her the mobile, mate. I want ourgirl to tell me everything. No offense, but your voice just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” I clapped back, laughing.

V fucked herself on my fingers, tired of the teasing. “I don’t care what, but just do something, asshole.”

Grinning in victory, I pushed V over to the bed. She complied without complaint. I wasn’t the only one getting off on the turn of events. After handing the little minx the phone with a sly grin, I got her out of her clothes and spread her legs the way I liked them. The redhead wet her lips, lust-lidded eyes transfixed to me, and pressed the phone against her ear. She listened to Sloan whisper things to her while I sucked on her clit and got a finger back inside of her. She tasted sweeter for some reason. Maybe because I got to have her when he couldn’t.

“How’s it feel, love?” he asked her.

“Fuck, I don’t know.”

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