Drool dripped out of my mouth and trickled down my chin.
“We belong to each other, Aran,” John said roughly as he used my curls to bob my head up and down faster on his twin’s dick.
I tried to nod, but I couldn’t move my head.
Students and soldiers stared down at me with envy on their faces as they danced near us. They watched us with lust-glazed eyes like they were imagining taking my place.
I let their attention wash over me in a wave of smug satisfaction.
They could look, but they would never get to touch. The twins were mine.
Luka stared down at me with rapture on his face. “I didn’t exist until you came into my life; there was no purpose or meaning to the monotony. Now I burn with life because I live for you. Every breath I take is yours. You are the totality of my essence. I survive by your mercy.”
I swallowed, and he groaned.
It was the most I’d ever heard him say at once.
Callused fingers squeezed my chin as he thrust deeper. “You’re doing beautifully, my love. You take me so well.”
I floated on his praise.
Then he thrust deeper and stilled. John pushed forward as Luka pulled me close and jerked against my face as he spilled himself down my throat.
It was intimate.
Overwhelming.
He pulled himself out my mouth, and he spilled down my chin. I coughed, and he pulled me to my feet, then he claimed my mouth with his.
The kiss was depraved.
I exhaled as I collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap.
In one smooth motion, John picked me up and cradled me tightly against his chest.
“Are you okay, Aran?” he asked.
I shivered at how intensely he said my name, and nodded sleepily. The room spun, and my head buzzed.
I closed my eyes.
An RJE device whirled.
Time folded, and I gladly let it go because the twins would take care of me.
I sighed with contentment.
Water blanketed me in a hot spray, and the twins were pressed flush against me in the narrow shower. We were back at our barracks.
John shampooed my hair, and Luka cleaned my body.
I tried to help, but my arms were too heavy.
“Relax, love,” Luka commanded. “Let us take care of you.” His eyes were softer obsidian as he scrubbed every inch of me with painstaking attention.
I relaxed, boneless between them.
“For once, the queen has nothing to say,” John said playfully as he massaged my scalp. “It’s sad that all it took was a public blow job.” He tsked, like he was disappointed in me.
“I’ll still kill you,” I mumbled, then moaned as he dug deeper into my scalp.
He laughed. “You can try, little Smurf. You can try.”
Time melted.
A towel was wrapped around my body as another dried my hair.
Fuzzy socks were pulled onto my feet, and oversize sweatpants that didn’t belong to me were pulled up my hips. I smiled as an oversize sweatshirt enveloped me in heat. Sandalwood and musk wafted from it deliciously.
“Duck your head, love,” Luka whispered, and I squinted with confusion as I climbed into my bed. It was all hard planes and warm skin, and there was barely any room.
“Shh, settle down and lie on me,” John whispered in my ear as I lay spread atop him. “I refuse to sleep apart another night.”
“But Luka?” I asked sleepily.
“Right here, love.” Luka’s hand tangled in my hair, and I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the floor and was leaning against the low bunk bed so he could touch me.
I furrowed my brow and asked him sleepily, “Are you comfortable?”
Luka whispered, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
I fell asleep with John wrapped around me and Luka’s fingers buried tightly in my curls.
That night, a small piece of ice in my chest thawed.
Chapter 17
Jinx
OPPRESSION
Draconian （adjective）： cruel, severe.
DAY 9, HOUR 20: AN HOUR EARLIER
The shifters left for Elite Academy, and Warren went to get food from the cafeteria.
I finally had the room to myself, and the silence was blissful.
Until it wasn’t.
Knock. Knock. Someone was outside.
I stilled.
The door was enchanted to permit inhabitants entry—only an outsider would knock.
Apprehension prickled down my spine as I realized the party had created the perfect opportunity to get me alone. It might have been planned for that very purpose.
Sweat broke out across my forehead.
It was a good plan.
Sun god forbid my family members miss an opportunity to drink themselves into oblivion. Technically, I was twenty-five, but since they were under the misconception that I was a decade younger, I was left out. They’d know I’d be left behind.