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I nod. We walk to the door, heading to my bedroom side by side. Settling on either side of Amara. Doubts and every negative scenario run rampant in my head. Then Amara wiggles her ass against my cock in her sleep and Carter drapes his arm over us.
For a few more hours, I have my peace.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Amara
I’m dreaming. A dream where I’m assaulted by an octopus.
Rough tentacles touch me everywhere. The front and back of my body. My entire skin lights up at the animal’s attention.
Wow.
Breathing underwater would be cool if that’s what I’d find there.
“Pet.” The tentacle at my neck sucks hard on my flesh.
Do octopuses even speak?
“Beautiful girl.” Another tentacle teases my tight hole.
Naughty octopus.
Unfortunately for him, I’m taken. At that notion, my heavy eyelids finally blink open like daisies opening their petals to the morning light.
No octopus.
I’m not a mermaid, nor am I being groped and loved on by an underwater lover.
It’s barely sunrise and I’m still in Killian’s bed. Being kissed, touched, and bitten by what has to be a person. Two of them, actually.
Carter’s wide smile is the first thing I see. When I glimpse behind my shoulder, I’m met with Killian’s dark brown eyes.
Both of them are here.
Yesterday wasn’t one and done. It wasn’t.
Holy fuck.
I’m so happy I might explode. Carter will be upset if I do. I hope the tiny pieces of my flesh will comfort him.
I hope…
“There she is.” Carter’s hoarse voice calls for my attention.
“Morning.” Killian grips my chin, tilting me to look back at his dark gaze. Absolutely deviant.
He leans in, closing the lids on those intense brown orbs. I let mine flutter shut with his. I let Carter kiss up my jawline, and Killian brushes his lips against mine.
They’re being tender, despite the fire I’ve witnessed in their eyes. Their hands grab me in a brutal, sexy way. Their breath smells of delicious mint.
“Crap.” My eyes snap open. I push against them, scrambling to get up. “I have to brush my teeth.”
While Carter doesn’t mind morning breath, period blood, and pretty much anything else, Killian might hate it. All of it.
“No, you don’t.” Carter grabs my thigh from under, hiking one of my legs around his waist, pressing me to his erection. “You’re not leaving this bed.”
“Absolutely not,” Killian groans, sliding two fingers into my pussy and pushing up to the last knuckle.
