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“It’s going to fit. Your body was made to fit our cocks,” I purr, running a hand through her hair. “I’ll take it nice and slow so you can get used to the feeling of being stretched around me. Just relax, and if it hurts, tell me.”

“Fuck, go slowly, please.” She whispers softly and I lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“I never want to hurt you, just breathe.”

She nods, panting as she tries to relax against Marcus. Her breasts heave in my face, and I bury my face between the two soft mounds.

“Fuck yes,” I moan, the softness of her skin so damn incredible.

I edge my hips forward a little more, working my cock inside her a half inch at a time. Her pussy drips around me and swallows me down with little flutters of pleasure. As much as her mind doesn’t think she can take me, her body sure as hells wants to.

Chapter 22

DARIUS

I’ve only ever thoughtabout killing my nest-mates once. Today marks the second occurrence of such bloody, violent thoughts.

How could they?

Which one of them did it?

I fight against the anger to keep it from clouding my judgment. I am the alpha of my nest, and I will bring them to heel. Clearly one of those arseholes took the heart to give it to Charlotte, so either Marcus or Julius—who am I kidding. Marcus took it.

“Golden retriever bastard.” I seethe, pushing away from my desk, kicking one of the drawers I yanked from it in my haste to find the item that was the thing keeping our nest together.

He doesn’t know what the heart of the nest really means, not gifting it or even showing it to another person. He could be royally screwing us without even knowing it. I doubt Charlotte would even know what to do with the heart, but still. As a witch, she has the power to take from it, destroy it if it pleases her. The thought makes me flinch, and I grip the doorframe of my office. Staring into the hall, I try to think of where Marcus mightbe with it and if I can get it back before Charlotte knows of its existence.

Not five steps down the hall, I hear it. Cries of ecstasy.

“I’m too late,” I growl, taking off at a run to chase down the sound.

Standing in front of our old armory, I pause, the sounds of mingled pleasure overwhelming me. I am just as enraptured with Charlotte, and that could be me in the room with them, gifting her something that would mean she is ours forever. But no. Of course, Marcus had to sneak around behind my back and ruin this. He’s too kind for his own good.

I pound my fist against the door, and I hear Charlotte shriek.

“Go away!” Marcus calls from somewhere deep in the room.

“Stop what you are doing at once. If you want to cover yourselves, I’m coming in.”

I should have just burst in. There is no need to be kind at this moment. I’ve seen both Marcus and Julius naked, and I want nothing more than to see Charlotte naked. I’ve felt her body against me, but to see her in all her glory would be an entirely different thing.

I bite my knuckle to keep the groan that rattles my chest from slipping out.

I know this witch is our mate. I feel it in the threads of my magic, but still. Trust needs to be earned, and when gifting the heart, all members of a nest need to trust the one receiving it. Atlas can never find out, or he’s going to have a heart attack.

“Come in,” Charlotte squeaks.

I shove the door open, kicking aside Marcus’ clothes and taking in the trio. Julius and Marcus are standing beside Charlotte, regarding her with intense eyes. Julius’ clothes are rumpled, and his jumper is hanging from a windowsill rather than on his person. Marcus proudly stands buck naked to oneside of the witch, who has pulled a paint-splattered apron over her body.

She blushes furiously and can’t seem to meet my eyes.

The box containing the nest’s heart sits precariously on the edge of a stool, and I hiss at the sight of it.

“You are a fucking fool,” I snap at Marcus, storming over and snatching up the box.

Charlotte jolts from her stool and lunges for me. Her tiny hand grips the opposite side of the box, and I swear.

“What are you doing?”

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