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“Do the others fuck you like this, my love?” I ask, unable to keep the words in.
She trembles in my grasp as I trap her beneath my body, draping over her like a beast. The back of her calves rest against my shoulders and I fill her to the very depths of her body. I groan, feeling the tip of my cock kiss her cervix. She can’t take all of me, no matter how much she wiggles and rocks her hips. “Please, Theren.”
I know what she wants, what she’s asking for. “I won’t hurt you, Eilish. No matter how much your body hungers for it.”
She lets out a little whimper, but I lick my fingers and reach around to the tight pucker of her anus. Eilish throws her head back with a throaty moan. “Oh…”
“Have you dreamed of being filled completely? Of having me inside you while another stretches you open, sliding inside?”
“Yes!” Eilish cries.
“Who? Who have you imagined with us?”
A soft blush touches the peak of her cheekbones. “Cambion.”
The thought of claiming Eilish with my brother ignites a fire within me I never expected. Eilish screams and convulses, clinging to me even as I cover every inch of her body. I ride the waves of her pleasure until I see the white-hot glory of my own climax.
“Theren…” Warm breath puffs against my neck and, once more, I’m undone by Eilish. I lift her from the floor and walk her over to the bathing room.
CHAPTER FIVE
BARON
Mercenary Stronghold
“We can’t trust him, Pyre. I know he did a lot to prove himself already, but we keep getting our asses handed to us every time we trust someone.” I sit on the edge of the wall, staring out at the night sky that stretches out above the sands. Pyre is beside me. The sightless necromancer rests with his back against a flag pole, eyes unfocused, but aimed towards the distant horizon. I turn to him.
“What are your thoughts?” I ask when he doesn’t offer anything.
He cocks his head to the side. “I think Eilish is right. Theren has suffered greatly already. There is no punishment that would ever come close to what he’s already endured.” Pyre shrugs. “Proof of his loyalty won’t come just by simply demanding it.”
“So, what do you expect us to do?”
“We wait and we watch. That’s all we’ll be able to do.”
“And then what? We wait until he decides to use that blood magic against us? That creepy shit is strong enough to take a toll on you, Pyre,” I stare at him as I say the words, making sure he understands their importance. “His magic pulls from the Chasm.”
“I’m not worried, Baron.”
I toss a hunk of brick into the sand and watch it roll away. It’s no use arguing, not when Pyre was able to draw on the Veil to see the prophecies and most probably already has. “How is Aima?”
“She seems unaffected.”
“Bullshit,” I snort. “You dropped the bomb that she’s your reincarnated lover the same day she had to see Theren pining over Eilish like a lovesick puppy.” I pause. “Aima isn’t okay, Pyre.”
He nods. “I should have handled it better, I admit, but I have known Aima for quite some time and she deserved to hear the truth.”
“And what exactly is that truth?” I ask.
He sighs. “That there’s a possibility she and I could end up with our bodies being…”
“You’re not going to die,” I snap, cutting off his words. “Prophecies can be broken. All of us are living proof of that.”
“Hope, in this case, is dangerous.” Pyre reaches over and rests his hand on my shoulder. “You are a friend that I value greatly, Baron. We’ve formed a bond and I would be in pain if it were ever broken. It’s perfectly normal to feel emotional about these things.”
“It’s not just our friendship, jackass. What about Eilish?”
“What about her?”
