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She says it with such unwavering conviction, nothing in her voice could give me room for any doubt. There’s a bloodthirsty light in her eyes too, a gleam from her Hyde that says if I hadn’t killed them, Creepy would have hunted each of them down, because there’s no question in her mind that they needed to die.
Something inside me quivers.
Mabel steps closer. That bloodthirsty light fades, turning to a quiet insistence that rivets me in place. “None of this changes how attracted I am to you, Huck. Not one single bit. And I swear to you on my life, I’m not disgusted by you.”
I can’t look away from her. In my chest, something breaks, painful and yet warm. It spreads like fire through my veins, pulling on me like gravity, urging me to fall.
And I let go.
I rip my pants away, ignoring how the fabric tears. I grab her, driving her back toward the shower while Phineas and Zeb clear out of my path. Mabel gasps, but there’s no fear in the sound. Water splashes us, but I couldn’t care less. Distantly, I feel Zeb shove a condom into my hand, and I roll it on purely by autopilot, scarcely letting my lips leave hers long enough to breathe.
Because I just want to keep kissing her. Touching her. I lift her up, pressing her back into the tile wall as her legs wrap my hips, and then…
A groan escapes me as I sink into her pussy. She’s perfect. Everything I never knew I needed and more. I rock my hips forward over and over, drowning in the feel of her, claiming her with everything I have.
Because she’s mine. Ours. Puck surges up to ride just beneath my skin, relishing the scent and taste and feel of her, eager for when he can claim her too.
“My belle,” I gasp with every thrust. “My belle.”
Once upon a time, the snow leopard shifter told me belle meant beauty, and that there’d been a woman with that name who loved a monster no matter what he looked like.
I never dreamed that story could really be true for me.
Gasping with pleasure, I clutch Mabel to me as she comes on my cock, her pussy fluttering like she wants everything I have to give. There’s no one in this world who’ll ever be as beautiful to me as her. No one I’ll ever love more. She’s my belle. My everything.
And whatever happens, I’ll be hers until the end of time.
Chapter 12
Mabel
I’m damn near limp in Huck’s arms after he gets through with me, reeling from the fact I’ve lost count of the orgasms these men have wrung from my body.
And from what I learned about Huck.
I’ve always prided myself on how I try to seek justice through legal channels if I can. How I’m not like Creepy in that way. But when I saw the hellscape of scars on that sweet Jekyll’s body, the layers of countless marks that could only be burns and bullet wounds and—gods—whips too, every thought of legal justice went out the window.
I’d wanted blood for what Huck and his Hyde had been forced to endure, and my relief at finding out those bastards are dead was so intense, it left me shaking.
I wrap my arms around the sweet Jekyll as he carries me out into the hall. After he finished making me come against practically every wall and counter in the bathroom, Huck insisted on being the one to clean me up, shampooing my hair and washing me down from head to toe.
It’d been so hot, I ended up fucking him again in the shower afterward.
Phineas and Zeb follow as Huck carries me. I’d already respected these men, but seeing how those two supported their friend brought that respect to a whole new level. They both obviously knew what it meant for him to show me his body like that, and how hard it must have been for him to work past the fear I’d reject him over it. And even once he took that leap, they hadn’t taken it for granted or treated it like they’d gotten something out of the way. No, they let him have the lead in our sex-capades, never once pushing him aside, and all without a single trace of jealousy, impatience, or irritation.
They’re good men, all of them. My heart hurts for how clearly I can see that and for how it makes me wish things between us really could work out.
But it can’t. I know it can’t. It’d be the most selfish thing on earth to ask them to give up rescuing supernaturals. For pity’s sake, Phineas and Zeb doing what they do is probably why Huck is even here right now, instead of trapped in hell or dead in a cage. He’s living proof they have to move on soon, for the sake of everyone who needs them out there.
And I can’t leave my home. Even if traders were the ones to burn it, there’s a chance the ones in the alleyway had been the arsonists, and now they’re gone. Traders are notoriously insular, after all. Crews never share secrets, whether it’s tactics for catching supernaturals or places where they might be found. This is a business to them. Competition is fierce.
So if those assholes in the alley were the extent of these traders’ crew, no one else might know La Fleur’s location, which means going home could be safe after all. And people in the underground depend on La Fleur. They depend on me. Phineas wasn’t wrong about the magic I do. The help I give people who come through my door. I can’t walk away from that.
It’s just that somewhere in the past few hours, I screwed up. I lost my nerve. I got too close.
And now the fact they have to go hurts like absolute hell.
Huck snuggles me closer when we reach the living room, murmuring the sweet nickname he gave me and placing a kiss on my temple before setting me on my feet again. I do my best to shove the pain down, focusing on this moment instead of everything that’s going to come after. Even if it’s going to hurt when they go, for right now, they’re here and that’s what matters.
