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I can’t answer and Dolly is busy being split in half, so his only response is whatever the cheetah does to make him yelp in protest.

All of us are working together to find the happy ending, and that makes my entire body hum with pleasure.

The scream that leaves our girl’s throat when the tiger moves is beautiful. Aubrey snarls and I guarantee his dick is swelling inside her again as it’s rubbing against the Raj’s. The impetus of that thrusting brings his ass back to me, and I work harder to let him ride my face as it does so. Dolly breathes heavily when her scream peters out, and I dig my fingers into the dragon’s hips until I finally hear the dark roar I was looking for.

“Your dragon,” our mate rasps, and I almost stop because she sounds so pleased that I want to see it.

A low growl is the response, and her throaty laugh gives me goosebumps. “It’s too much for you, lunchable.”

“Nnnnnnnoppppeee,” she replies with another moan. “Not too much. You can let him out a little. I want you to.”

“Be careful,” Felix snarls in warning, but he doesn’t stop the slapping sound of his hips as he fucks her harder.

I sense he’s getting closer, so I pull back and bite Aubrey’s ass cheek hard, making him elicit a huge dragonic roar. When scales ripple over him, I hold on tightly, keeping my teeth in the mark until I hear a squeal followed by three more feline yells.

Ah, that’s exactly what I wanted… Now I just have to wait for them all to come down before we can begin round two as a fully bonded family.

* You remember your word, don't you?

* Final touch

Right Round

Delores

The aftershocks of round one with my men are like summer lightning. For a solid minute, the only sound in my bedroom is the ragged panting of six people in various states of being undone, the suspension rig’s creak, and Fitz’s sexy music. The sheets on the bed are soaked in enough oil, sweat, and biological evidence to qualify for the next episode of a true crime documentary.

But it’s good, and I’m surfing on a wave of joy big enough to take out a city, so who cares?

When Felix’s knot finally releases with a grumpy, reluctant squelch, I half expect the mattress to cave in like a tiny sinkhole. It doesn’t, but it groans in protest as his hips drag out and the suspension system rocks on its anchor. Above me, the ceiling shudders when the same happens for Aubrey, and he’s able to remove himself slowly. My body shudders from the sensation on sensitive parts, and my eyes move to the hook as I dangle freely.

My dragon lets out a long, blissed growl, then immediately frowns, as if displeased with his own lack of stoicism. He leans in close to my face, his mouth curling into a predatory, post-orgasm smirk. There’s a bead of sweat tracking down his cheekbone, and I give him a tipsy, blissed-out smile in return. He licks the sweat away with the tip of his forked tongue and then licks my cheek for good measure.

“Snack size, if you wish to fly again, next time it will be in the open air as intended,” he says in a hoarse rasp. “Rennie’s rig is nice, but the night sky is so much better.”

That’s absolutely true, and I’d agree, but all I do is let out a dying squeak. The muscles in my throat gave up the ghost somewhere around orgasm number whatever. I lost count, so I try for a bunny glare, but it’s likely more endearing than menacing.

Renard is the one who notices because even as Aubrey untangles himself, the gargoyle is at my head. He strokes my rainbow hair back from my face with one careful hand, while the other untangles the knots in the silk rigging. His eyes are soft as he frees me carefully, making sure my jellied limbs don’t give out.

“You were a star all on your own, ma petite,” he whispers, and my heart trips over itself. “Your aura colors are so much brighter when you’re happy.”

I smile, and though it probably looks like I’ve been hit by a bus, I don’t care. These men are the kindest, gentlest ones I’ve ever known, and they are all mine forever. Never would I have imagined myself so lucky after my disastrous prom emergence or the first day at Apex. Yet here I am, and despite all the bullshit, I’m surrounded by love that lifts me up constantly. I lean forward a little to kiss him lightly, not trusting myself to reply out loud.

My gargoyle sets me on the bed, and when I look behind me, Felix has collapsed face-down into the nearest available mattress surface and is breathing like someone who just sprinted up a mountain. Fitz is sitting cross-legged beside him, grinning so hard his eyes have almost gone anime. He pokes his twin in the head with a single finger, then snorts.

“I told you she’d outlast us,” he says to the room at large. “That was a massacre, by the way. I haven’t seen you tap out that fast since you mainlined five bottles of scotch and drunkenly tried to fuck a vacuum cleaner.”

Felix just groans, and I’m sure that story is going to be amusement fodder he’ll regret later. His ass is still in the air, and I would bet a week’s worth of caffeine he’s not faking the exhaustion. I feel a twinge of pride, but it’s mostly just affection. If anyone’s going to break the world record for most sexually destroyed catboy, it should be someone in my family. We definitely put the work in.

Meanwhile, Chess is coming back from the bathroom. He smiles softly as he joins us on the bed with a warm cloth. Pushing me back a little, he gets to work, his face as calm and professional as if he’s scrubbing a casserole pan, not the mess between my thighs and elsewhere. With the efficiency of a veteran nurse, he wipes away the worst of the mess from my skin. He glances up to meet my eyes and offers me the smallest, most genuine smile.

“You did great, Angel. But you need water, and Fitz is going to get it for you while I finish this.”

There’s a momentary blur of naked tiger, and then Fitz is back, holding up a bottle of water like he’s making an offering to the goddess of hydrated snacks. He wiggles it as he unscrews the cap. “Open up, Baby Girl. You’ve earned this.”

My lips are basically sandpaper, but I suck down half the bottle in one go. It’s so cold it hurts my teeth, but I don’t care—my body is so overheated I could probably fry an egg on my stomach. There’s a weird, giddy euphoria settling in my limbs. It’s better than the best nap and a huge shopping spree simultaneously. Everyone who told me not to have sex before can go eat a rotten egg, that’s for fucking sure.

Though if I hadn’t waited and been able to escape Todd while meeting Fitz, I’d probably be trapped in some terrible engagement with a promise of mediocre weinering forever—if he didn’t kill me first.