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Huck
Mabel’s taste lingers on my tongue. My eyes track every inch of her nakedness while she follows Phineas down the hall, and my body hums with the urge to do more than cover her with my cum. I need to fill her. Claim her. Keep her with us always.
Except… I’m not sure I can.
Trailing Mabel and my friends to the main bathroom, I chew on my lip, at a loss for what to do. It’s my fault, really. I started this, touching her, tasting her like that. The way I feel around her is like gravity, inescapable, and my need for her is as well. As long as I could control what I did while around her, it was okay. But I should’ve known better.
I should’ve known what that would lead to.
My heart pounds, and my skin burns, every nerve on fire with remembered pain, taunting me. On autopilot, my mind repeats the soothing mantras the sprites taught me when I was little and the rich man would come.
But the rich man is the point. He’s the problem.
So the mantras don’t help much at all.
Phineas opens the door, and the smell of lavender and spice joins the scent of Mabel’s arousal on the air. Puck wants to drink it in. To make her come and come until she passes out from the pleasure.
But we can’t. He knows it. There’s a reason we didn’t get naked with the others at dinner.
There’s a reason we probably never will.
I stop in the hallway, watching through the door as Phineas turns on the hot water and then brings Mabel to him. The spray rushes over her and sends clouds of steam rising from the shower floor. She doesn’t pay attention to any of it, instead focusing on sliding her hands up Phineas’s dark chest like she loves every inch of what she’s touching.
Puck buries himself deep in my mind, hiding from the pain of how no one will ever touch us like that by wrapping himself in the safe, cozy darkness. And I look away. I want to retreat too, except I’m the one in charge of our body right now, and moving might draw her attention.
“Hey.” Zeb’s voice is soft.
I glance up. He’s at the doorway, and he slips out of the bathroom while Phineas starts kissing Mabel.
My lip hurts. I’m chewing on it too hard.
“You don’t have to do this,” Zeb murmurs, drawing me away from the door.
Anguish gnaws at me as I nod. Zeb understands. I know he does.
It just doesn’t make the truth hurt any less.
“But…” he continues, glancing back at the bathroom briefly. “If she’s going to be ours, we need to give her the chance to love all of us, right?”
My eyes dart away, skipping around the hall like Puck has control of them.
Zeb’s familiar touch on my cheek draws me back around. “Trust that pull inside yourself. The one that says she’s our mate.”
I nod because I know he wants me to, but that doesn’t mean I can believe him. Or, really, believe myself. I want her. I know that. But I want good things for her too, and that…
Maybe that’s not me.
A breath leaves Zeb like he sees where my thoughts have gone anyway, and pain stirs in me for him. I’m being selfish, keeping the focus on myself. He’s got his own reasons to be nervous about being with her.
I mean, yeah, I’d been mad at him for how he used Ghastly’s powers on that girl at the bar. But I’d been mad because that isn’t him. He doesn’t manipulate people, even though he could. He doesn’t hurt people, even though the gods know he has the power to wreak havoc.
He’s scared he’ll hurt Mabel.
I know he never would.
“You too,” I say. “You… you trust that pull too. And trust you.” I squeeze his hand. “I do.”
He chuckles softly, gratitude in his eyes.
