Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My cock surged at her sleepy invitation. Fuck yes, I needed that!
I cupped one of her breasts, stroking my thumb across her tight nipple. She moaned and pushed back into me, hips writhing slightly. I could feel her heat, wet and tempting, just a few inches away. My cock throbbed again.
Slowly, I slid against her, the head of my shaft rubbing against her wet heat. She was slick already, as though she’d been dreaming of what we’d done together last night. When Ronan told me how to taste her and watched while I obeyed orders.
Fuck—why did that turn me on so much? I had never minded taking orders before—I was the lowest in the pecking order of our Clan—I was used to it. But it had never turned me on before—not like it had last night.
My cock surged again as I remembered Goldie’s thighs wrapped around my head…her heat against my tongue as she came just for me while Ronan watched and all three of us shared the pleasure.
I rubbed deeper, the head of my cock sliding against her inner pussy, so slippery and wet and ready for me. So—
“Fuck,” Ronan growled from behind us. “You two are at it again already?”
I blinked and glanced up to see him sitting up on the other side of the makeshift bed, hair tousled and eyes burning. He looked like a man ready to kill or kiss—or both. Was he jealous of what I was doing with Goldie…or did he just want to be included? I didn’t know.
Goldie looked up at him, panting a little.
“Morning,” she purred, with a smile. “Did we wake you?”
“No,” Ronan muttered. “I was already up.” He shoved a hand through his hair, glaring down at us like he wanted to be angry and couldn’t quite manage it.
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” I said, withdrawing reluctantly, even though we all knew that was a damn lie. “Just… warming up. That’s all.”
Goldie wiggled her hips against me and let out a teasing little laugh.
“I’m always warm for you, Finn.” She looked up at Ronan flirtatiously. “You too, if you’re interested.”
For a moment I thought Ronan would take her invitation and we’d have a repeat of the night before. Instead, he cursed under his breath and got up, grabbing his jeans from the floor. He yanked them on roughly.
“We need to get moving. This isn’t a fuck-cation,” he growled. “We’re trying to break this Goddamed curse.”
“Yeah, all right.”
I sighed and sat up slowly, my morning wood still stubbornly refusing to go down. The curse—which hadn’t bothered me as long as I was touching Goldie—came to rest against the base of my neck again like a black brick.
“Ronan…” Goldie said softly, propping herself up on one elbow. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” He didn’t look at her. “Just… this isn’t something Weres do. Sharing mates—it’s not how we’re built. It’s fucking wrong.”
I could feel her hurt, even though she didn’t show it. She sat up, covering her breasts with the blanket, her big eyes wide and unreadable.
“But you did,” she said quietly. “Last night. You didn’t just do it—you felt it. We all did.”
Ronan didn’t respond. He just walked to the tent flap and looked out, like he could ignore what had happened between the three of us the night before.
I let out a sigh and reached for my jeans—which some benign magic had washed and folded for me—thanks, tent. The spell between the three of us had softened but not vanished. Being close to Goldie, touching her…it stirred something deep inside me. Something that wasn’t just lust. I liked this—liked the three of us together. I wished Ronan could feel the same way.
“Guess we’re skipping round two,” I muttered.
“Maybe later.” Goldie gave me a wink. But the laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes.
13
FINN
Breakfast was weird.
The tent conjured a little cooking setup when Goldie said another one of her rhyming spells—a tiny stove, a pan, even some spices. She made breakfast burritos that were the best I’d ever tasted, and the scent of bacon and peppers and eggs filled the enchanted tent.
We ate in silence. I couldn’t stop glancing at Ronan, who was chewing like he was mad at his food. Goldie kept her voice cheerful, chatting about how amazing the tent was and what a clever witch Goody Albright was—but I could tell she felt the distance too.
It was hurting her.
I frowned—was I actually feeling her emotions now? Was it some kind of lingering after-effect of the sex we’d shared the night before? I didn’t know—I only knew I didn’t want her to be hurting like this. It made me want to punch Ronan—how could he be such an asshole?
But I didn’t want to fight—it would only make matters worse. So we ate in silence except for Goldie’s occasional remarks.
After we finished, we left everything in the tent and stepped outside. Goldie held out her hands dramatically.