“I take it back—this is a great angle,” Hayle purred, his voice filled with promise.
Vox bit my shoulder, a primal move that made me shiver, so unlike his civilized exterior. He dropped Hayle to his feet. “There are more productive things you can do with your mouth than give commentary,” he snarked, leaning back so the angle of his cock hit somewhere new, making my eyes roll back in my head.
It also made it easier for Hayle to get an eyeful of what was happening. Groaning, he stepped between our thighs, gripping my chin to kiss me, pressing me hard back into Vox’s chest. His cock was trapped between our lower bodies, rubbing my clit as he gently thrust.
I briefly wondered if their balls were slapping together.
Only briefly, because when Hayle reached up and flicked my nipple, it sent me over the edge. There was no holding back the rolling orgasm that rushed through me.
Still holding my hips, Vox buried his face in my spine and used his strength to fuck me up and down his cock, the movement stroking Hayle’s dick between the top of my wet folds and up into the soft curve of my stomach.
“Fuckingfuck,” Hayle breathed, releasing over my stomach and up between my tits.
Vox didn’t last much longer, coming on a soft growl that I felt all the way down in my clit. His arm tightened around my waist, and he didn’t seem to care he was getting Hayle’s cum on his forearm.
I rested my head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily. Reaching up, I turned his face toward me. “Screwyour family, your Line, and everyone’s expectations. As of this moment, you’re mine, and I’m yours. I love you.”
Hayle mumbled something between my tits, the words muffled by flesh.
I pulled his head back. “What was that?”
“I said he’s ours. We’re a team. A family.”
Vox was shaking his head. “You can’t love me. We can’t?—”
“I do. And we can, Vox Vylan. I promise you this. No matter how many times I have to remake the world, we can.”
He let out a shuddering sigh, squeezing me so tight that if he didn’t release me soon, Hayle might have to give me mouth-to-mouth because I’d run out of air. “Love you too,” he finally whispered.
Hayle patted his arm, even as he rolled off me and reached for my towel to clean up. “A family.”
Nothing had ever felt this right.
Seven
Avalon
We took the night to reconnect, but when the sun rose the day after Lierick’s surprise arrival, it was time to work out what we were going to do, and who we were going to tell. We couldn’t sit with a secret this big—well, not about the arrival of the Second Line. We still weren’t sure what we wanted to do about my… abilities.
Lucio and Shay would obviously have to know about Lierick, but Hayle didn’t want to tell the rest of his Line’s conscripts. Loose lips wasn’t only a human trait; any one of their animal companions could tell its friends, who’d tell their friends, who’d tell their human counterpart, and then the secret was out. Apparently, the animal companion sphere was like a quilting circle at the local tavern.
Vox had scoffed at the idea of telling anyone in his Line, other than Shay. They were either too loyal or too scared of the Baron of the First Line to keep it to themselves.
That just left the Twelfth Line. I dreaded the idea that they didn’t know, because it would be just one more huge secret I’d have to keep from the people I considered friends. But if theydidknow and hadn’t told me? It was unfair, but I wasn’t sure I could trust them as wholeheartedly as I once had.
I stood outside their door now, Hayle at my back. Vox was back up at his dorm, keeping up appearances and plotting with Shay in the safety of his dome of silence. Alucius was with us right now, while Braxus was doing some outside reconnaissance. Sitting around inside heavy stone walls guarding me must grate on the hound, who was used to running through the great forests around Hayle’s home in Hamor.
The sounds of the Twelfth Line behind the door of their dorm were loud, filled with laughter and shouts, and it made me smile. No matter what the outcome of this meeting was, I’d always be grateful that they’d so easily taken me into the warmth of their Line.
Knocking heavily to be heard over the cacophony, it was seconds before someone flung open the door. I recognised the person, but didn’t know them as well as most. There were so many Twelfth Line conscripts that I’d only had passing conversations with most of them.
But they all knew me.
“Avalon!” the young conscript yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. “Avalon’s here! And so is Hayle Taeme and the prettiest hound in all the land,” he cooed at Alucius. Apparently, being around me and Braxus so often had stripped the Twelfth Line of their fear of the hounds. “Get the hock we’ve been keeping in cold storage for them.” The brave conscript reached down and scratched behind Alucius’s ear. I didn’t know if it was because Hayle had ordered her not to, or because of the promise of a ham hock, but she didn’t bite off his fingers.
We were led in as someone appeared with the bone for Alucius, who sat by the door and went to work on it. Braxus was going to be pissed.
Viana hugged me. “It’s good to see you guys. It feels like it’s been forever. When you guys disappear for your sexathons, wenever know if you’ll emerge, or if they’ll eventually find your dehydrated corpses looking like beef jerky.”
