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“You want this?” Quantum half marveled.
“He wants Celeste,” Kult said.
Quantum sighed, giving it three seconds of robo-thought before pointing at Fetch. “I’m putting you in charge.”
“I already am,” he cockily said.
“What kind ofdateare you going on?” Pain asked, curious.
Fetch winced. “It’s a surprise. But you have our every molecule in the palm of your Kingly hand,” he said to Quantum. “Should you need to know where we are at all times.”
“How come Fin isn’t glowing?” Kult pried with a grin.
“Rumor has it, he will be before this night is over with,” Fetch whispered.
“What kind of party is this?” Kult half teased while Harlow wondered the exact same.
“If it’s an end of the world party, I’d like to come along,” Sync said. “Or...I could come along just for the ride,” he shrugged, looking at Quantum. “Unless I’m needed here to twiddle my thumbs. Otherwise, I could be the designated driver,” he negotiated.
“Bingo,” Fetch said, liking that clever option.
“I could ride shotgun with Sync,” Atlas offered. “So he’s got somebody to talk to.”
Fetch put a hand on Kaphas’ shoulder. “I guess it’s up to the birthday boy.”
Kaphas shrugged, looking over at Atlas. “He can watch me eat, I guess.”
The room busted out in big laughs while Atlas nodded with his tight smile. “Assuming you’ve remembered how to eat,” Atlas said.
“He could give you ahand,” Pain suggested, getting more laughs.
“Or a handjob,” Sync said with wide eyes, sending them into fits.
“I guess I haven’t come into that fond memory yet,” Kaphas said with a smile at Sync.
Kult stood before him, a couple inches shorter than Kaphas now. “Well...maybe Celeste will wake them.”
Kaphas lowered his smile. “Maybe so.”
“Maybe so, huh,” Kult muttered, doing what Harlow had wanted to, bear hugging the shit out of him.
Harlow watched Kaphas leave with the terror triplets feeling like a father watching his kid going on his first date. He looked around, finding similar grins on the remaining faces. Except Quantum. He looked like he’d eaten a bomb and was about to belch it up.
“What’s wrong?” Harlow demanded.
He headed out. “I need to tell Isla what’s going on. You might want to inform Lucy too.”
His cock jerked at just her name. Tell Lucy about the apocalypse and them all moving to the godforsaken swamps? Negative, Chief. He wasn’t done being a bad boy with her. He’d thought of repenting many times then he’d go and be worse than before.
He really should let up before she decided to stomp his ass into the ground.
He headed out, remembering where he was with her in his games. She’d incurred tons of disciplines all day. Judging by how well she performed in his last ones, he was ready to bet everything that she loved the fuck out of it. Who would have guessed her inner angel craved to be his sexual slave?
Him.
He pulled his phone out and found her name, dialing it.
“Master Harlow,” she answered, her voice breathless.
