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Isobel felt a low laugh trying to bubble in the back of her throat. She pulled her phone up again and snapped a picture of her patting herself on the head. Isobel: Good puppy. Kilian: Dies from cuteness. Cian: Gah. Niko: GOOD PUPPY.
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Kilian: Isobel? Oscar: She’s in the shower. Elijah: And you are…? Oscar: Not a fucking idiot. You told me to rub her temples and use a soothing voice and to not make any sort of suspicious scenes. Elijah: And you…? Oscar: I rubbed, but I missed the temples. I used a voice, but it wasn’t soothing. I didn’t make any suspicious scenes. Oscar: Gold star for me.
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Cian: How is she? Oscar: Dizzy, a bit confused. Her reflexes are slow and she’s lost a lot of weight. But $10,000 worth of beauty products say she’ll be a brand-new person in no time, thanks to all the cactus juice and diamond shavings her father could spare. Theodore: What? Cian: Rich girl shit.
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“Goddamn,” he groaned, inhaling deeply. “Have you always smelled this good?” “Have you always spoken your intrusive thoughts out loud?” Theodore demanded. “Pretty much, yeah,” Moses drawled, squeezing Isobel.
Would they expect that of her? Theodore? Kilian? Oscar? Cian … oh god, Cian will never survive. Elijah? Gabriel? Niko? Mik— Oh god. Kalen was too big. He would destroy her. “This may not be the best time …” Kilian hesitated, a wince in his voice. “But we can more than feel what you’re feeling right now.” “W-what do you m-mean?” She was hunched over, her hands on her knees, about to have a full-blown panic attack. “We can hear your thoughts, Illy.” Theodore was by her side, a hand on her back, rubbing back and forth in a light skitter of strong fingers. Fuck. FUCK.
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“We need to address the obvious,” Elijah sighed out. “What if Isobel wants to develop sexual relationships with several of us at the same time?” Okay, maybe it wasn’t so insane. “To appease the bond?” she asked, just to be clear. Elijah cut her a flat look. “No.” “No?” She froze, the word almost getting stuck in her throat. “Because you want to be fucked, Isobel.” Those words delivered in Elijah’s calm, almost cutting tone, were doing strange and confusing things to her insides. “That’s why you would fuck someone.”
“I wouldn’t marry you anyway,” she snarled at him. “But you’d fuck me,” he snapped right back, rising from his chair. “Just as long as it doesn’t have to mean anything.” “What else would it mean!” Her words were shrill, and Mikel cut her and Moses a quelling look, making her want to shrivel up. “It would mean that touching you lights me on fire,” Moses growled, advancing on her, his eyes flashing black. “It would mean I would crawl out of my own skin to get inside you. Hypothetically,”
Damn
“No.” Moses sighed, some of the fight draining out of him. “Elijah did. He noticed her before any of us. He’s just smart enough not to mention it. And Oscar saved her first. And I kissed her first. And Kilian was her gay best friend first. You made her come first but Cian’s cock was in her mouth first. And Niko has taught her to stand up for herself, to fight back, and to carve out a safe space for herself between all of us before any of us could even think about the need for it. You really want me to go on? Because I can. You never had her, you never owned her. You never will.”
