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When she lets go, she screams into Arbor’s mouth, her whole body quivering. I don't let up until every tremor has subsided, becoming gentler to ease her down from the high.

We stare at each other for a few minutes in silence until she can't be patient anymore, then she quite literally jumps me. She barely takes my pants off enough to make sure I’m fully out for her, which, duh, straddles me, and throws her body down onto mine, riding me so insanely hard that I feel as if my tailbone might be getting bruised from the impact of it on the ground.

I have no spare thoughts right now, completely blocking out the other guys around me who are likely as needful of her as I am right now, because she's got me deep in her body cementing our bond, and it's the only thing I ever want to be doing again.

Every time I try and take control, she'll pull herself just far enough away to remind me that I’m not the one in charge here. When I finally give up and just plop onto my back, she gets an evil gleam in her eye, turning around so her back is to me, but her front is to everybody else. Then she gets on the balls of her feet for more leverage and goes even harder, even faster.

If she were to sit on me at just slightly the wrong angle at the speed she's going, it would be bad news for both of us. Luckily though, her aim is impeccable.

The snap of her hips, the way her ass ripples every time she impales herself, it's mesmerizing. I almost can't even reconcile that it's my body she's treating like this, because it's still so novel that she wants me in this way, that we're finally at this point. I'm having a total out of body experience right now, and I'm loving every minute of it.

I'm so pent up from going down on her, that I’m barely hanging on by a thread. When she swivels her hips and starts clenching me, I'm gone with a shout, unable to keep quiet even though that's exactly what I just expected of her. At least nobody's father is on the phone anymore. Don't think I need my in-laws to know what I sound like when I come this early in our mating.

That's an experience we can just put off indefinitely. For some reason, the paralysis isn’t as strong as it was last time, and I find that I’m not completely useless. That’s really interesting.

Apparently, she's planning on making this an official mating with everybody. She crawls off of me and goes to Hawthorne next, mainly because he lost his wet pants at some point during us getting lost inside each other. Not only is he not at all paralyzed from his spontaneous orgasm, but he’s already hard again? She deems him the easiest access, and I'm pretty sure Arbor gets the hint, because he's undoing his own pants andreaching inside, pulling himself out as he watches her began to ride Hawthorne like she was just riding me.

I’m like a limp, wet blanket on the ground, but listless in the best way as I try and get my breathing under control, listening to the deliciously filthy sounds of sex that are being swallowed up by the dirt floor and the tree above us.

I have no idea how we’ll get this mess cleaned up out here, where there's no running water or plumbing, but by the time she's made her way around all of us, that's definitely something we're going to need to figure out.

When she’s finally satiated, she lies her head in my lap, leaving a sobbing Arbor next to us and a semi-catatonic Hawthorne next to him.

“Okay, Wonder Woman. Training for a marathon, are you?”

She turns her head slightly, the only part of her body she seems willing to move at the moment. “My legs are definitely going to get jacked being mated to you guys. You have no idea how much they're burning right now. I bet you I could run a marathon after this. Well, not right now. Give me a bit to recover and then we'll talk.”

I laugh and shake my head, enjoying the feel of her like this, especially knowing she’s officially ours.

“Did you…do what you needed to do out here?” I ask, wondering why we’re even out here to begin with.

“Yeah, I just needed to lock The Bee Court out of the town’s boundaries. The only way they’re getting in now is if somebody physically escorts them, so we should be good. Dad’s on alert now, too, so mission accomplished.”

Hawthorne props himself up onto one elbow. “And your family won’t disown any of us for desecrating their secret bunker?”

Aster looks around, then scrubs her face with her palms. “Fuck. That was kind of dumb, wasn’t it? Hm. I think there’s a roll of paper towels or napkins or something in the cabinet in the corner, let’s just do the best we can and I’ll just pack more dirt on top? Good enough for government work, methinks.”

She gets up to clean, but I have to yank her down one time. “Happy mating, Aster. I love you.”

She tears up a bit and kisses me, then looks to Arbor and Hawthorne, as well. “I…wow. We’re really doing this then, huh? I love you guys. Thank you for…being patient with me all these years, for giving me the space I needed to figure out who I was. But most importantly, thank you for giving me a reason to come back to Trash Haven so we can have this.”

We wrap her up between us, soaking up all the feel-good chemicals our brains are creating, making a core memory. Now I know whatever else happens, we’ll figure it out because we’ve finally got our woman.

Chapter 14

Aster

Since I've been back home, I haven't spent nearly enough time in the actual town acting like a citizen. So that's what I'm doing.

My clients this morning were actually quite easy to make happy, it was a rabbit shifter family and all they wanted was a good-sized lot they could dump a massive amount of dirt in so they could dig to their hearts content. Pretty hard to mess up that.

Now it's sunny out, and I have nowhere else to be for a few hours, so I thought I'd see how much the town has changed since the last time I was here.

This place never changes too much, seeing as how supernaturals live for an incredibly long time. The real estate business here is pretty slow, but I'm staying busy enough I suppose. I definitely am not missing the hustle of living in the city, that's for sure.

I'm just passing by the spell shop, trying to figure out the purpose of the massive granite boulder that sits in front of it now, when I hear my name being called by a voice that has no business being in Trash Haven.

I don't know when I began to be actively annoyed by the sound of my ex’s voice, but thank the gods that hearing him speak isn’t a regular part of my routine anymore.