“I never meant for you to be last, you know that, right? It just happened that way. Fate, I think. Like everything else in this house. In the beginning I thought you would be first. You’re so sweet and gentle, but we’re in a war and I needed toughening up.” He watches me carefully as I tug off my sweater and slip out of my jeans. I don’t remove my bra and panties, though. Not yet. “I think this is better. I need you today. Someone safe. Someone solid. You don’t play mind games with me, Bunny, and I appreciate that.”

He responds again with his mouth and grazes my side with his hand. I continue to kiss him while pulling down his shorts. When I finally get a look at his cock, I stop and blink.

“What?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Uh, I don’t have a lot of experience in all this, but your dick is huge.”

We both look down at the swollen rod between his legs. I reach for the soft velvet of his skin and run my hands down his length. He shudders from my touch, shoulders slumping when I fondle his balls.

Kneeling between his thighs, I do what I can to make this day a little bit better.

Chapter Seventeen

Bunny

The girl between my legs isn’t the same as the one I’d painted on weeks ago. There’s no shyness. No timidity. She’s capable and strong. Confident and secure. Even though it’s clear she had a hard day and is looking to hide from the world, there’s no hesitation as she licks the length of my shaft.

I work my hand into her hair and cup the back of her head. My brain tells me to make her stop. My natural male instincts don’t agree. Her lips are puffy and her tongue warm. Even though I’ll regret it, I lean back in the seat and for once try to relax in the moment and not overthink.

Turns out, thinking is pretty impossible when her fingertips skim my balls and I feel the tightening of pleasure. I inhale sharply, fighting the urge to thrust my hips. Then she takes me completely, her head bobbing up and down. I curve my fingers in her curls.

The ecstasy of the moment rolls over me, making me forget the paintings and the dreams about the dark castle and what waits on the Otherside. I push aside the visions and the blackouts, because this is what I’ve wanted. What I’ve craved. Morgan wasn’t rejecting me. I knew that. I wasn’t last, no matter what the voices in my head said. She swirls her tongue and then her finger around the tip. I swallow back a ferocious groan.

“Does that feel good?” she asks.

I nod vigorously. “Please. Please keep going.”

She smiles, her pretty red lips widening around the girth of my cock. I can’t help but move my hips now, wanting to feel the friction, the warmth along the length of my shaft. My hand leaves her hair and reaches for the satin of her bra. I feel the hard point of her nipple and brush my fingers over the raised tips before tugging down the fabric to feel the round firmness of her breast in my hand.

This time Morgan shudders, exhaling warmth around my cock. Up and down, up and down she bobs and I’m no longer able to hold back. She must feel my intensity because she increases her pace, sucking so hard that I’m sure she’ll gag.

She doesn’t. Not even a flinch, and she pushes one hand up my belly and another beneath my balls. I ram into her mouth, hitting her throat until the tight coil of ecstasy unfurls. I feel a click in my brain, a tug, and without warning I pull from her mouth, moving her hand to the base of my cock.

She frowns in confusion, her lips wet and red, but quickly changes course, sliding her hand up my shaft. I’m already on the edge and hot, gooey, pent-up cum streams across her chest. Her eyes are wide as the jism slides between her breasts. I fall back against the cushion, exhausted and a little lost.

“So that was—” she starts, but I cut her off. She’s sticky with my cum when I reach for her and pull her mouth to mine.

“I’ve never done that before,” she confesses, and an odd swelling of pride fills my chest. A tide has turned, something shifted. I feel it in my bones.

“There’s a first time for everything.” It’s my duty to make her content so I pull Morgan on my lap even though we’re both sticky with sex and sweat. I may not be able to cross that final line with her, I understand that now, but I slip my fingers between her legs and lead her down the pathway to oblivious bliss.

Chapter Eighteen

Morgan

I’m standing outside Dylan’s door but I haven’t knocked. Bunny left my room a short while before and although our time together was amazing, something feels different.

I’m really not sure why Bunny and I didn’t have sex. I wanted to and I thought easing him into it would help. He was nervous, but I also knew it was time. Each barrier broken between us brings us closer and tonight was no different. But it also revealed something—something I’d been fighting inside myself. With each of my Guardians, I’ve seen them at their most vulnerable. I can’t get the image of Bunny’s red cheeks and glazed-over eyes just before his orgasm. I’d had every intention of having him come in my mouth—I’d done it with the others—but at the last minute he’d pulled away. Why? What was he afraid of?

I don’t want to see it as a rejection. But over the last few days something has awoken and it’s telling me to be wary. This part of me resides deep inside, past the place where my soul ends and the goddess begins.

The Goddess. That’s what I’m calling it. Not the Darkness or the Morrigan, they’ve both been banished with the spell. The anger and fear from before is gone, along with the frantic need to consume. I’m left with something different—something I haven’t tapped into. Honestly, I’m hoping I don’t have to.

My mates still have an important role in all of this, maybe more than I realized. My encounter with Dylan proved that to me. I need these men as much as I always have.

The Morrigan feels it. I have no doubt of that.

Which is why I’ve come to Dylan’s room and why I have to tell him what transpired between Bunny and I, or rather, what didn’t. I finally realized we’re a circle. A group. There’s no beginning and no end, except we’re not whole. Not yet, and something—or someone--is keeping my final mate from fully bonding with me, keeping me from full strength.

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