Bea Paige

“No.” Now his eyes clash with mine, and I swallow hard at the determination I see swimming in the grey-green depths of them. He was always my protector. Always. He seems to be reverting back to that role tonight and a large part of me likes it. Wants it. Needs it, actually.

I watch with a cry trapped in my throat as Dax locks eyes with me then sucks York’s glistening fingers into his mouth

Believe me, Pen, we’ve all been jacking off to thoughts of you. We’ve been doing it for years now.”

Xeno hesitates, then jogs back to me. He reaches up behind his neck and a second later has unclasped a familiar necklace. It’s the one the Breakers gave to me when we were kids. “This is our

promise to you, Tiny. We’re getting that happy ever after,” he says, before placing the necklace around my neck and securing it in place.

“Come back to me,” I whisper.

“Oh, we will,” Xeno assures me, then cups my jaw in his hands and slams his lips against my mouth. He kisses me roughly, deeply, and then he’s gone.

Yes, please, suck my cock and make me come, Tiny.”