Page 76 of Who Owns You?

“Well, you’re just going to have to get some fancy monster dick for yourself.” I tease her, and she goes eerily silent on the other end. “Something you want to tell me?”

“No!” she snaps too quickly.

I narrow my eyes at the ceiling and blow a raspberry at her through the phone. “Fine, don’t tell me,” I sniff. “You couldask me a little something more appropriate, like what gift they basically proposed to me with.”

For a beat, my sister is dead silent. The line crackles with the intensity of her shock before she asks, “What gift did they basically propose to you with?”

“It’s the heart of the nest,” I say in awe, thinking of the beautiful stone that has little bits of all of them in it. I have it tucked away for safekeeping. It’s more than just some rock with an uncanny resemblance. It has actual power in it. “It’s basically the most beautiful rock I’ve ever seen.”

I can hear the smile on Kennedy’s face. “Of course you would get excited about being gifted a rock.”

“Isn’t that all diamonds are? Rocks.” My brow arches at her, even if she can’t see it.

“Yes, but they’re shiny rocks.” She snickers softly.

“My rock is the shiniest! The best rock that there is, diamonds can get bent,” I growl.

My curtains flap as some of my magic rises to defend my mates from the slight. The lights in the room flicker and pop momentarily.

Kennedy laughs at me across the line, jarring me out of my little tantrum.

That slight use of magic alerts my mates, and my door creaks open. My mates stand in the doorway, their eyes asking a million silent questions that distract me from my sister hanging up on me.

Julius is the first to step into my room and join me on my bed. “Everything alright?”

“Kennedy was making fun of the nest’s heart.” I pout, feeling stupid that I pulled on our shared magic because I got a little upset, more defensive than upset, really.

Being a witch is hard when you’re in training. What I wouldn’t give for a full-on training montage.

Marcus joins us on the bed, taking my legs and laying them across his lap. Atlas follows and sits beside my head, lifting it softly and sliding his lap under it, making for a wonderful pillow. Julius takes a seat beside Marcus and takes one foot into his lap. He presses his thumb into my arch, and I fight a groan. Darius joins us last, sitting beside me and resting his hand on my hip, making me feel safe and grounded.

“We’ll have to invite her to visit so she can see how sickly in love with you we are,” Atlas says with a vicious grin.

“Orwe could visit New York.” I grin back at him.

Epilogue

ATLAS

Three months later.

“My dick is starting to hurt.” Marcus complains, flexing said aching appendage, which he insists needs to be hard in order to be captured perfectly.

With both arms behind his head, he poses against the wall, appearing relaxed, while his cock remains rock hard in front of him.

Charming.

“I told you being flaccid works just fine when it comes to long paintings,” Charlotte says with a little giggle behind her massive canvas.

Her pretty brown eyes flash for a moment over the top edge of the canvas before she artfully slashes her paintbrush across the canvas.

“I hate to agree with Marcus, but I’m cramping,” Julius grumbles, his own pose the contrapposto.

I snort from my seated position across from Darius. Having the only working brain cells in this nest, we chose to be seated for the portrait. Even if our little Firefly talked us into beingnaked, we wanted to be comfortable at least. I arranged the chessboard so that I could put our alpha in check. If we are going to be captured in all our glory, then I need a truly significant moment immortalized.

“We don’t cramp,” Darius says dryly. He chose a very thinker-esque pose. “They just want more of your attention, little witch.”

“I can’t say I blame them,” I huff.

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