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“Just follow my lead, Zidan,” Xiaodan muttered. “As you wish, beloved.”
“I thought you didn’t want me along,” Remy muttered. “I never said that I didn’t want you.”
“I’ll go where you both go,” he found himself saying, feeling strangely at peace with the words.
It wasn’t fair for them both to be this attractive, he thought sourly; one was his ideal woman if she wasn’t spoken for, the other a Lightdamned shitpouch even if he was the best-looking man Remy had ever seen.
“How many of those needles do you still have secreted up your arse?” “When I mentioned shutting up, Pendergast, it was not intended as a suggestion.”
The beautiful girl in Malekh’s arms trembled, her lips leaving his neck briefly. “Yes,” she groaned, eager and filled with need. “Yes. I want him, too.”
“You are an infuriating human who constantly tries my patience,” Malekh said, “but I’ve never pretended.” And slowly, without breaking eye contact, the man pressed his fingers against the small wound, tongue briefly flicking out, and Remy’s breaths spilled out of him in soft, jittery waves.
“I would really fucking appreciate it if someone actually corrected him on that,” Remy said.
“For the last time, Pendergast,” Malekh said as he settled the helhests in, “stop talking. Your throat’s still healing.”
“Adopted younger brother,” Malekh said. “I killed all my biological siblings some hundreds of years ago.” “Right. As one does.”
“As my love always says,” Xiaodan said, grinning weakly but defiantly, “improbable, but never impossible.”
Remy licked his lips, aware that Malekh’s eyes were following the movement. “Don’t know if you want to fight me,” he said, nearly a whisper, “or fuck me.” “It’s both, Pendergast.” The noble’s free hand was fisted on the table, elbow lowered and body tense like he was about to leap for him, and Remy was already bracing himself for the impact they would make before he’d thought it through. “It’s always been both.”
“Scalawags, not scallops. We still need to work on your vocabulary of insults.” “I don’t care. Don’t make me spank both of you.”
You’re too kind for this. You’ll always leave pieces of your heart behind, whether you want to or not.
