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I balled my hands into fists, trying to contain the frustration building in my chest. I wouldn’t be put in a hole in the ground. “Are we done here? I’ll do my best to keep my legs closed. No promises.”

Amusement flared in her dark gaze, but she simply nodded. The air shimmered as she released the spell she’d placed around us. “Perhaps an extra session or two with Father Gallagher will help you center yourself and regain some composure.”

I flicked a glance over my shoulder where Caleb stood, his focus burning into me. My thighs clenched on instinct. I didn’t think he’d be helpful at all.

Before I could reply, Madame le Blanc vanished in a cloud of smoke.

“What the fuck was that about, Sunshine?” Kingston stalked over to me, Alek and Moira right behind him.

“She likes to check in on my progress to report back to my grandfather,” I lied, not ready to admit I had conversations with the head of our school about my reproductive issues. “Though, half the time I can’t tell if that woman wants to help me succeed or see me fail.”

“Madame Moody has that effect on people,” Moira said with a sympathetic smile.

“Come on, you’re hungry. I can tell.” Kingston threw an arm around me.

“How do you know?”

“You’re my mate. I can sense these things. You need me to feed you, then fuck you, and we can go from there.”

His possessive words sent heat flooding my core. I couldn’t help my smirk as I asked, “How do you know it’s you I need?”

Alek laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him. “I guess one taste has her addicted. Sorry, wolf.”

Moira rolled her eyes. “At this rate, you just need to all get a room and have an orgy. Then maybe you’ll stop feeling the need for these public pissing contests.”

Alek’s smile didn’t dim. “It’s all in good fun. And I’m up for anything Sunday wants. How about you, Kingston?”

Kingston’s hand slid across my hips. “If my mate wants two of us to satisfy her, I’ll gladly give her what she asks for. As long as she cries my name, I don’t care who else is making her moan.”

Alek’s eyes glittered. “Shall we make a bet of it? See which one of us she cries out for?”

Moira gagged. “And with that display of disgusting testosterone, I’m out. Good luck being the only hotdog bun at the sausage fest. I’ll light a candle for your vagina.”

A low dark chuckle floated on the wind from behind us. Caleb stood in the shadows, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his devastating face. Maybe he’d like to watch?

I didn’t think the guys were serious about running off and actually having a threesome. But now that Moira had planted the idea in my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Or how much I wanted all four of my men at the same time. How would that even work? Hands? Mouth? Hands and mouth? Hands, mouth, and... other places?

I shook my head as arousal punched me straight in the clit. “Okay, no one needs to light a candle for my vagina. She’s just fine. Kingston’s right. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”

“Or a Viking,” Moira called as she walked away from us. “Weren’t you just telling me how much you loved his Norwegian foot-long?”

“Not helpful!”

She cackled all the way down the moonlit path. Alek took my hand and lifted it to his lips. “I’ll give you my foot-long whenever you want it.”

Rolling my eyes, I forced myself not to laugh. “How generous.”

“What can I say? I live to serve.”

“Don’t we fucking all?” Kingston asked, startling the laugh right out of me. “Come on, asshole. Let’s get our girl something to eat.”


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