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Cillian’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Ready to be fully mine?”
I knew what it meant. The mate bite. The bond cementing.
Want, need, and love all swirled inside me. “Yes. Love you, Cill.”
I knew he couldn’t say it back, knew he didn’t trust himself to know what it meant. But I knew this was the path to showing him.
“You’re everything to me.” Cillian thrust inside, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
Cáel pushed deeper from behind as my hand tightened around Knox. I cried out so loudly, I swore people would be able to hear my screams from miles around. Pleasure rippled through me, so intense it bordered on pain.
I squeezed the life out of all of them, my core and ass tightening, my hand pumping Knox faster. Cillian sucked on my claiming mark, only heightening my pleasure. Nonsensical words left my lips as my orgasm rocked through me.
Then my own teeth were lengthening, something inside me telling me to bite, to claim Cillian for my own. I moved on instinct, sinking my teeth into his neck and making him come so hard I felt the pulse inside me.
Cáel shouted out his release just as Knox did the same.
All of us, falling apart and coming together.
My teeth retracted as I struggled to stay on my feet.
Cáel’s arm came around my waist, holding me up. “Never felt anything so beautiful.”
I looked up into Cillian’s eyes as his dick twitched inside me.
“Everything,” he said and then brushed his lips against mine.
I shuddered, and both Cillian and Cáel groaned.
Knox dropped a kiss to my shoulder as I released him. “Gonna get a towel to clean you up.”
That had my cheeks heating as he bent to grab a towel from the stack on the bench behind us. He wiped his release from my stomach as Cillian and Cáel pulled out. I couldn’t help the wince.
Cillian’s hand ghosted over my cheek, so much reverence there. “Tender?”
“Just a little.”
“Need to get you into the bath.”
That sounded heavenly.
Cillian lifted me into his arms, and I burrowed into his hold. But as he turned for the door, he came up short.
Easton stood there, eyes a fiery gold. He’d been watching. Everything.
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HAYDEN
The sunlight streamed in through the window as I watched Cillian sleep. His face was so relaxed. It was the first time I’d seen him completely at ease. Each exhale of breath made his lashes flutter, and my fingers itched to touch him.
I could feel him now. Just like I could feel Cáel and Knox, who lay behind me. I could feel the sense of peace they all had at being bonded. And it eased something in me, too. Let me dare to hope.
“You’re staring, Little Flame,” Cillian said without opening his eyes.
I grinned. “How do you know?”
“I can feel it.” His eyes fluttered open. “And I can feel that you’re happy.”
