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I trust both Fintan and Rune. I am bound to both of them. And once this door is open, there will be no closing it. What if I open the door and don’t like what I find on the other side?
There is a lot riding on this.
Rune chuckles and knocks gently on my forehead. “Hello in there. Too much thinking. Not enough fucking.”
“Rune’s right. Come, luv, we’ll make sure yer well cared for and all yer worries will be forgotten.” Finn extends a hand, and I follow without thought.
The water is on the hot side of ecstasy, but I soon adjust to the sweet sting on my skin. Finn snuggles in behind me and Rune takes my front. They run cooler than body temperature and in the heat of the shower, their skin feels cooler still.
A shiver runs the length of my spine, and my nipples harden.
“Hello, girls.” Rune bends to take one breast in his mouth while he cups the other in his palm, brushing his thumb over the peaked tip.
I arch my back to give him what he wants, and Finn’s cock presses against the crack of my butt. “I love being a unity bond sandwich.”
Rune releases my nipple with a pop and waggles his brows at me. “That’s good because vampires have insatiable appetites. Prepare to be eaten, little sandwich.”
Rune drops to his knees and brushes the tip of his finger over the puncture marks right near my groin. “Looks like I’m playing catch up.”
“It’s not a competition, Rune,” Finn growls behind me.
“No, brother, it’s not. It’s all about our girl and showing her just how good it can be.”
Finn wraps an arm around my waist. “Lift yer feet, luv, and throw them over Rune’s shoulders.”
I do as I’m told and am rewarded by Rune grabbing the rounds of my butt in each hand and him dropping his mouth to my core.
“Did I mention having an insatiable appetite?”
SEBASTIAN
I stand alone on the balcony of my penthouse suite, my fingers gripping the cold iron railing as I survey the city below. The moon bathes the French Quarter in a pale glow, casting long shadows across the ancient streets.
We have yet to seal the unity bond, but the coiling ribbon of Josephine’s presence refuses to leave me alone. It slithers under the surface, tugging at me with an insistence that is becoming harder and harder to ignore.
Josephine Dumont.
I close my eyes, lean against the railing, and let out a heavy sigh. The night breeze carries the thick, crisp scent of ozone, but it’s drowned out by Josephine’s scent.
Her delicate blend of hibiscus and magic clings to me no matter how long I spend under the spray of the shower.
Sloane was right—I’ve been marked by my witch.
Inhaling her scent sends an electric surge through my veins. My hand instinctively moves to my chest, as if I can quell the ache that echoes within.
Damn her.
Damn her for making me feel, for awakening desires I had long buried. I loathe the way my thoughts wander back to Josephine.
There really is no escape from her.
The city skyline blurs before my eyes as I clench my fists, the frustration reaching its boiling point within me. “The witch is a complication. A dangerous distraction.”
I feel the heady decadence of Fintan, Rune, and our little witch over the bond we share. After seeing her ride Fintan…after hearing her feminine moans as she creamed his cock…after smelling the wall of lust and blood and…
I straighten, steeling myself against the turbulent emotions swirling inside me. Josephine may have found her way into my thoughts, but I refuse to let her get any farther than that.
With a final glance at the city below, I turn away from the balcony, and stop dead. The brush of my slacks…the tightening of my groin…
