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His thighs and abs flex with each punch of his hips.

Her breasts bounce as she takes all he has to give.

They move in sync, the friction they’re creating sending them both towards release.

My hand moves quicker over my shaft, sending me there as well.

“You’re going to come with her, Henry.” Ash’s voice growls down the connection. “And make sure we can hear you.”

Despite the fact the screen must be tiny from where they’re standing, locked together against her wall, both look directly at the screen. I tilt the camera as far as I can so that I can still see them while trying to show them my body, show them how much I’m enjoying their performance.

Claire’s breathing gets more hitched with every breath. Her moans increase in volume as she nears the edge. Ash grinds into her, tilting his hips to ensure his cock is dragging over that sensitive spot on her front wall. Her whole body tenses and I feel my own mirroring it.

“I can’t hold back much longer, Claire. You better come,” I say through gritted teeth, fist practically strangling my cock.

“Come for us, love. Come over my cock but think of Henry buried deep in that cunt as well.”

She detonates, crying out in pleasure as Ash holds her close.

“Your turn, sweetheart,” Ash commands of me and my cock listens. It fires rope after rope of cum across my stomach and up onto my chest. The sweet release of the orgasm gives me a high I haven’t felt since I left Froan. Dirty texts and self-care do not match actually getting to do this in real time with them. Even if it’s through a phone screen.

Ash is last to reach his climax but doesn’t take long once Claire and I are finished. A few more thrusts into her body and he is stilling as he finds his own release. Claire wraps her arms around his neck once more, bringing their foreheads together as he breaths through the orgasm.

I don’t know why but I expect our call to end soon after their performance. It doesn’t though. Instead, we talk as we clean up, both of them insisting I rest my phone on the bathroom sink countertop as I shower so they can watch me rinse off.

They cook dinner and eat as we chat for a few hours like I’m there with them. My chest aches every time I see them casually touch one another, or when Ash kisses Claire’s forehead as he passes her a glass of wine.

But they take it in turns to stand where they’ve perched Ash’s phone so I get to see them close up.

We say goodnight as I get into my bed and they get into Claire’s. They remind me that I’ll be back with them soon enough, and Claire sets the dates so she can come over to West Scotia to see me.

I hate that Ash can’t come with her but it's a small miracle that he is able to be in Froan. I do not wish for him to break the treaty further and risk a weekend over here. I’ll be able to take a small trip there as well during the middle of the term when students get a week off of lectures.

Finally ending the call, I stretch out on my mattress and dream of a world where this year is over, and we don’t have any laws or treaties or barriers standing in our way. A world where we can love each other every day and live in the same house and be bonded in a way that means no one can break us apart. Where they’d both wear my mate mark, and we get forever.

CHAPTER 23

ASH

The feeling of unease only increases as the weeks go by. I miss Henry terribly, and our phone conversations aren’t nearly enough. I cherish every second of them but each goodbye is a stab in my chest and a pull on my soul.

Claire has gone to visit him; she left a few days ago. It’s only a short trip but I’m pretty sure Ty nearly chained me to a tree this morning with how much I’ve been moping and whining around the house. I can’t help it, especially when I took my wolf form. They are mine. And being separated is agony in my heart.

To keep busy, I’ve been helping progress the restoration at the ranch whenever I haven’t been needed in the city. Although, those meetings have eased up somewhat, which is only adding to my concern. On more than one occasion now, they’d taken me off the attendee list without explanation.

My female has only been gone three days but as she walks down the gangway towards me I feel like the world once again has some sunshine. Her smile when she finds me in the small crowd waiting on the docks feels like the first rays of warmth felt after a long brutal winter on the Northern Isles.

I kiss her thoroughly and hug her for a few beats longer, relishing the feel of her body against mine as she squeezes me back. I take her bag from her, slinging it over my shoulder as I lace my fingers with hers and lead her away from the pier.

She tells me of all the things her and Henry got up to, both the clothed and not-clothed activities. Her other best friend, Bree, happened to be working on a showcase in the capital so Henry had surprised her with box tickets to the ballet to watch Bree in action and they’d met up with her for drinks after the show. Henry had also taken her to a couple of new hot restaurants, despite the fact he couldn’t eat with her, and they’d enjoyed wine at a rooftop bar overlooking the coastline.

They also hadn’t left a surface in Henry’s apartment untouched. A few of which I had the pleasure of watching in real time, or in the photos they sent me afterwards.

“Sorry, I should change the subject. I don’t know what’s worse for you, talking about my weekend or not talking about it.” Claire picks up on my unusual silence.

“No, it’s fine, darling,” I tell her. “Truly, I want to hear it.”

“We wished you were there, many times.” Her fingers squeeze my hand. “You’d love the food.”