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Even now, they take care of me.
Wilder’s grip on my hair tightens as he angles my head back, exposing the column of my throat, the motion dragging Kaspian’s thumb until my lip pops free from it. Wilder’s teeth graze my pulse point, sending shivers cascading under my skin.
“You’re doing so good, sweetwitch,” he growls. “Taking Cav’s cock to save him.”
The slap of skin against skin echoes obscenely in the room, mingling with Cav’s and my pants and moans.
Cav’s gorgeous blue eyes, once wild and unfocused, now bore into my bouncing breasts with a searing intensity. The madness recedes, replaced by a primal hunger that has my pussy fluttering.
He rasps, his voice hoarse and strained, “I ... I need...”
“I know,” I say on a current of breath.
Wilder releases his hold on me, and I lean down to capture Cav’s lips in a blood-soaked kiss. I pour everything into it—my worry, my desperation, my stubbornness to convince him that we make the only magic in this world.
As if spurred on by my nips and sucks, Cav’s hips snap up with renewed vigor. He fucks into me with abandon, chasing his release.
“Come for me, Cav,” I plead against his mouth. “Come back to me.”
With a guttural roar, Cav slams into me one final time. His cock pulses as he spills himself deep inside me.
I cry out as my own orgasm crashes through, my walls spasming around Cav’s twitching length. Spots dance across my vision.
As the last of the tremors subside, I want to collapse onto Cav’s chest but know I can’t. I sag sideways, caught by Wilder and settled against his hard chest.
Cav follows my movement, clear-eyed but weary. “Hello, butterfly.”
Tears prick at my eyes as relief floods through me. I glance up at Kaspian, Wilder, and Axe, noting the same sentiment reflected in their expressions.
Wilder says above my head with an amused tone, “I don’t know whether to call you sweetwitch or curse-breaker, now.”
I did it. I brought Cav out of his madness, an ability I thought I didn’t possess. A sob of relief escapes me.
I’m not a failure. I can still save someone.
Wilder tightens our hug. Kaspian’s cool, weighted study shifts away from me as if he’s actually offering a sliver of decency while I collect myself, and Axe stands stoic, a thousand buried thoughts behind his gaze.
The fugue of an orgasm ends too quickly.
With Cav’s fresh torture and the Heart split, if tonight proves anything, it’s that we’ll have to fight like hell to keep our half of it.
But for now, at this moment, I let myself bask in this small victory over the Sovereigns.
They’ll soon learn that you don’t come between a girl and her men.
Chapter 10
Axe
THE PHANTOM
After what Elara did with Cav, for Cav, in front of all of us, Wilder immediately invited her into his bed to stay the night. I kept silent, my dick straining, as I waited for her choice. I’m not like Wilder. I don’t baldly assume a passionate fuck even though I expect it.
At Wilder’s invitation, Kaspian sneaked away, likely falling back on his injured shoulder as an excuse not to take Elara to his room even though I know the truth. He pretends Elara doesn’t affect him like she does the rest of us, like she’s one of his many collector’s items over the years who he fucks with, then discards as soon as he’s stunningly bored with them.
But she’s not like the rest, and he knows it.
Hence his quick exit after watching her ride Cav, the little sounds she made, the sweat shining on her perfect body, her hair begging for our fingers, her ass ready to be spread for all of us…