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Feeling ridiculous, I try to close my legs and wiggle away, but Osen is solidly between them, his face hovering over my crotch.
“Stop,” Osen growls, holding my legs open and my thighs against his shoulders. “Remember, I figured my incubusparalysis magic wouldn’t work on you in the real world because of your demon magic. Believe me, I’m very much enjoying this and am fighting my release with all I have.”
Still not one hundred percent believing him, I ask, “But what about Calder?”
“Your bond, our bond, when I was inside you, has given him immunity, too.”
“Oh!” I smile excitedly. “So you can be together in any way you like now?”
“I believe so,” Osen says, kissing my inner thigh, making goosebumps race along my flesh. “Thank you for that.”
“Will you be able to use your shadow magic on us at all?” I ask. I sort of wanted to play with that sometimes.
Two shadowtendrils shoot out of his body and wrap around my wrists, pinning me down. It’s just like extensions of his body, but I can still wiggle and squirm.
I grin, wanting to give in to this some more, but I also feel I have a responsibility to give Osen and Calder a moment to figure out what all this means for them.
I tilt my head. “Are the other guys here?” When they nod, I say. “I think I’m going to get something to eat and give you both a moment alone.”
The shadows slip away. “What? You sure?” Osen crinkles his forehead in confusion. “We want you. Here with us. Between us.”
“I want you both too. But I want you both to figure out how I fit in with what you have. You need to discuss your boundaries with me, with each other. I’m not going to assume that because we have bonds, it means a free for all. When you’ve decided how I fit with this, I will be here for you both in whatever way you decide.”
“You don’t have to leave for us to talk about this,” Calder argues.
I kiss both on the lips and sigh. “Yeah, I do. I won’t pressure you. And I don’t want you to regret anything with me.”
Osen captures the back of my head, pulling me to look into his gorgeous, haunting gray eyes. “How could I ever regret being with you?”
“You’re not the only one in this room,” I remind him and pull away, leaving them to work out how their new lives together will be.
32
IT'S NOT ME, IT'S YOU
JADE
Walking out of the bedroom, I find myself in a cozy, small, unfamiliar house made of stone and mud, like an ancient building with old-world plaster.
Magic seems to flow around my body, caressing me, and I suspect we are in the fae realm.
The strong metallic scent of blood fills my senses. When did I get a detective nose like that? I suppose being a supe comes with its perks. Although I don’t know if smelling blood is a perk.
I hear the thud of someone being punched. When I come to the end of the hallway, I discover Maxum, Flint, and Arran towering over Rob who’s been strapped to a chair.
With all that’s happened with Osen’s return to the living, I’d almost forgotten about that asshole. I’m glad I put on Calder’s shirt before I left the bedroom. Not that Rob hasn’t seen all my merchandise, but I’d rather not have his eyes on me again,especially like that. Besides, I’m sure my possessive monsters would throw a fit.
Maxum swings his head around to eye me entering the room. His wild gaze travels up and down my body, lingering on my exposed legs.
He blocks Rob’s line of sight to me. Not that Rob is even aware of his surroundings.
Maxum grabs a long robe and wraps it around my shoulders. Where the hell did he materialize that from? “I don’t want you here for this. Though if you insist, we don’t want him seeing your body.”
I snicker to myself. Apparently, even showing my legs is too much for them to bear.
Maxum steps out of the way as I tie the robe at my waist and move closer.
The torture session is set up in the kitchen area. Tiled floors will make it easier to clean up the mess. My eyes scan Rob for his various injuries. His clothes are in scraps, dangling off him. He’s missing chunks of skin on his legs and arms. One eye is swollen shut, and a couple of fingers have been cut off. His flesh is marbled with fresh bruises and lined with cuts and claw marks.
