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I sagged against Bast’s chest, breathing hard and feeling completely wrung out. They slowly pulled away from me, their movements careful and gentle as if they knew how sore I would be after what had just transpired.

“That was…” I couldn’t find the words to describe what had just happened, how I felt.

“I know,” Bast murmured quietly, pressing soft kisses along the side of my neck. His hands never stopped moving along my skin; a silent promise that despite everything we’d done tonight – they were still there for me.

“We didn't break you then?” Tristan asked teasingly from beside us.

I laughed weakly against Bast's chest. “Not yet.”

“There’s always next time,” promised Nate with a dark grin, and I felt a flutter in my pussy at his promise.

“I’ll hold you to that,” I whispered, as I closed my eyes, leaning back against Bast’s chest.

Completely spent, I was barely awake as I felt Bast pass me up to Nate, who carried me into the bedroom, drying us both off, before climbing into bed and pulling me close. Nate and Tristan joined us, but I wasn’t aware of any more than that as I fell into a deep and thankfully dreamless sleep.

Chapter Thirty Nine

BAST

Ipushed my phone into my pocket, smiling. I hadn’t expected that conversation to have gone that well, and now my mood was going to be even better tonight. I wouldn’t tell anyone yet though. Tonight belonged to Paige and to her only. I knocked once on the door that adjoined her hotel room to mine, and pushed the door open stepping through into her bedroom.

“Car's here,” I said.

“I'm ready.” Paige appeared in the doorway from the bathroom and for a moment, I swear that the world stopped spinning. Her golden hair was caught up in a black crystal clip, leaving only teasing tendrils to fall softly by her face. The dress was strapless and plunged down between her breasts in a way that made me want to cover her up so no one saw, or to push the sides apart and suck on her perfect tits. The dress clung to her curves, falling to the floor and she was wearing black heels that I decided right then and there that she was going to leave on while I ate out her pussy later. She was a vision dipped in darkness, the sequins on her dress catching the last rays of the day and tossing them back like tiny stars.

“Wow.”

“Too much?” she was unsure, having picked the dress herself rather than letting me do it. I was really glad she’d insisted.

“Never. I mean, we’re going to rack up the body count between us when the men come begging for you, but aside from that, you look incredible.”

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes dancing as she moved towards me. “You look pretty delicious yourself. Shall we go though? I don’t want to be late.”

“The Heavens and Hell below would wait for you in that dress, Princess,” I said, taking her hand and slipping it under my arm. “But yes, let’s go.”

I led her downstairs, loving the way she gasped in delight at the black stretch limousine I had borrowed from my father for the occasion. Nate and Tristan were already waiting for us, and their reaction to Paige’s dress was much the same as mine. We climbed inside and set off for the showcase gala. Normally, it was held at the university, but thanks to a large donation from a certain donor, this year they’d agreed to hold it at Knights. There was no way Paige could walk back onto campus. She tried once to meet Kate, and had instantly had a major panic attack. It had taken her hours to recover and there was no way I was letting her risk that again. Not on a night this important when she was already nervous. I was nervous for her, and intrigued. None of us had seen the paintings she had done for the showcase, and although she’d told us it was something different to her normal subject matter, she’d refused to say more.

I twined my fingers around hers in the car, noticing how quiet she was.

“Nervous?” I asked quietly.

She nodded.

“It's going to be amazing,” I said. “You’re so talented, Paige. They’d have to be idiots not to see that.”

“You’re biassed,” she told me with a smile. “And you haven’t even seen them.”

“I don’t have to,” I told her, spotting the slit up the side of her dress. “I believe in you. Now, how am I going to get you to relax?” I trailed my fingers up the slit, feeling the silky softness of her bare skin underneath.

“Bast, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes!” she said, as I slipped my hand under the fabric, pushing between her legs.

“Best work fast then,” I said, dragging my fingers over the lace of her underwear and loving the little gasp she gave.

“Bast!”

“Maybe I’m not making myself clear, princess. Open these legs for me like the good little slut you are.”

She bit down on her lip, and slowly parted her legs. I got up and knelt down on the carpet between her feet, and pushed her beautiful dress up and out of the way. I pulled a black silk handkerchief out of my pocket, and slid it underneath her to protect her dress, before pulling her lacy underwear down and slipping it into my pocket.