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“Uh, uh, uh,” he mocks her sexy little noises, pressing us both deeper until she gasps. “What’s wrong, brat? Changed your mind?”

She shakes her head, her pussy fisting the two of us as we claim another inch. She’s too far gone to brat now.

I curse against her lips. “Almost there, baby girl.”

Her deep brown eyes lock onto mine, ecstasy lighting them up from within.

“Love you,” she whispers, the words slurred like she’s literally lust drunk. “All of you.”

I kiss her soundly, my own reply stolen by the breathtaking knowledge that we’re both buried inside her and the only thing left to do is move.

It’s messy, imperfect fucking. Kyrith’s little sobs of pleasure fill my ears as I lift her leg and prop it over my shoulder, making it easier for us to manoeuvre. The wet sounds coming from where we’re all joined are obscene, and the low whistle that Leolets out assures me that the sight of it is just as erotic as watching her with the others.

“I want a photograph of her like this,” Pierce mutters under his breath.

Kyrith freezes.

“Next time,” Leo says. “If she agrees.”

“If you wanted a picture of my baws you only had to ask,” Jasper teases, but his eyes haven’t left Kyrith’s stuffed pussy either.

The Librarian relaxes, only to tense all over again as North reaches between us and starts strumming her clit in time with our thrusts.

When she comes, it’s with a scream that echoes over the gardens. North and I don’t stand a chance. He curses, and I groan as my orgasm tackles me from the base of my spine. I release her leg, which falls to rest over my hip, and cup her face to press our foreheads together. Our breaths mingle as we both pant through the aftershocks.

North pulls out, and my dick slips free alongside his. Kyrith lets out a tiny moan, and I jerk my chin at him, telling him without words to check we didn’t do any damage. Neither of us was exactly careful at the end.

He smirks as he turns her onto her back, spreading her legs wide to show her off to the others. “Such a messy, ruined little cunt. You’re gaping for us, Ice Queen. How does it feel?”

Kyrith shudders, and I pull her top half closer against my chest. “He meant to say, are you okay, baby girl? We didn’t hurt you?”

She smiles dazedly at us. “A little sore, but I liked it. All of it.”

Nodding, I sweep her up into my arms, my knees shaking as I carry her from the bed and into the grand old house. “Bath.”

I mostly ignored the Rococo decor while I was checking the wards earlier, but her eyes take in the panelling and the frescos as I carry our exhausted Librarian up the stairs.

“It looks like Marie Antoinette threw up in here,” North comments, following us.

It’s not just him. All of the guys are there too, unwilling to leave her even for a moment.

“It’s your house,” Lambert says. “Feel free to change it.”

“It’s gonna take a while to get used to that,” North admits.

I let Jasper take the lead when I reach the upstairs hallway and realise I have no idea where I’m going. He shoulders his way through a door on our left, muttering an incantation for heat as he goes.

There’s a huge freestanding bath in the middle of the room, already full of steaming water.

Jasper climbs in, holding his hands out for Kyrith. I pass her over, and he arranges them so she’s snuggled against his chest. We’re all here, surrounding her, touching her like it’s a compulsion. Her contented hum warms something in my chest. Maybe one day she’ll get fed up with us hovering, but those months where we lost her were the worst of my life. I think we’ve earned the right to be clingy.

Hopefully she’ll indulge us a little longer.

“So that was part one of the plan,” Lambert begins, trailing his fingers in the bathwater as he kneels on the floor by her leg. “But wait until you see what we have set up for tomorrow, boss. There’s this adorable bakery in the village, and then Leo’s going to take you on this awesome tour of Versailles.”

“You’re ruining all of the surprises,” his brother groans from where he leans against the door, watching us care for her like a protective owl.

Lambert shakes his head. “I’m getting her excited.”