“What happened?” she murmurs, tilting her head to the side, regarding me with a tiny frown.
“If you have to ask, it may be time for me to join the monks of Lithur Monastery and take a vow of chastity,” I mutter, my mouth twitching—just as my cock twitches inside her, forcing a small gasp from her throat.
She blushes a dark crimson and I want to kiss her again.
But she’s trying to get off me and now I’m worried that I’m hurting her. My cock is a big boy and she’s still getting acquainted with the world of cocks in general.
“Mia,” I whisper. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I… I should go.”
That has me frowning. “Go where?”
“To my room. Need to study and… and stuff.”
Now all of us sit up and look at her.
“Maybe you wanna take it easy,” Jason drawls eventually. “You’ve had sex with all of us since last night. Could be a bit much for a girl to take.”
“I’m fine,” she says, her mouth pursing, and she starts moving again.
I grab her hips and keep her there. “Wait, Mia.”
“What?”
I don’t want to let her go just yet. But before I find an excuse to give, Emrys curses.
“We’re not fixing the issue,” he says. “Did you realize? Only patching up the wounds and cracks.”
“You’re only salty because you’re not the one who got to be inside her first,” I say.
“Salty? I ate her out before I fucked her,” Emrys rumbles. “You don’t know how sweet her pussy tastes.”
Kraish. Now I’m dying to taste her. Damn demon, always offering temptations.
She makes a small sound, looking down at herself. “My bruises. They faded.”
We all look.
“It’s the magic,” I breathe.
“Magic.” Emrys tsks. “Whatever.”
Now we all turn to stare at him. “What do you mean,abesh?” I mutter. “I’m getting fed up with your strange moods. You felt it as well as I. She is our Queen, don’t you realize?”
“What? Sin, what are you talking about?” She gives a light, incredulous laugh. “I’m not. Besides, Ashton said that the Queen’s mark is a crown.”
“Not always,” Ashton says. “Mia…”
“No.” Emrys is now wearing a dark scowl. “She’s not here to help us. I overheard her talking to one of Melissa’s girls.”
“Rys,” she says, choked, “please. That was a misunderstanding. I don’t—”
“She’s been trying to dig out dirt on us,” he says over her protests. “Am I right, Mia?”
She shakes her head, but she doesn’t meet my gaze. In a scramble of limbs, she gets off me. We both gasp as I slide out of her suddenly, more of a wrench than a slide to be honest, and though I bet she’s sore, my dick doesn’t like this, either, and not only because it misses her already.
“Mia?” I breathe. “What in the fucking hell?”