“And we were all getting along so nicely,” Cyprien mumbles, catching my eye with a teasing wink. While Roark goes over to whisper something to Lir, Cyprien bounds over to me, throwing his arms around me in a violent embrace. “I missed you, bunny.”

“I’ve only been gone for a few minutes,” I say, moving back from Fenryr so Cyprien doesn’t accidentally crush him. Once we’re far enough away, I turn, allowing Cyprien to squish me fully against his bare chest.

“It felt like an eternity,” Cyprien murmurs, a purr rumbling deep in his throat. “I wish to always be by your side. If I could crawl into your skin, I would.”

“I have no doubt about that,” I whisper, holding in the chuckle that tries to break free. “I don’t think you would fit, though.”

“That’s what you said the first time we fucked you, and look how well that went.” His brows wiggle as a shocked laugh falls from my open mouth.

“Stop harassing the poor thing,” Roark says, appearing at Cyprien’s side with a smirk. “And hand her over. I haven’t gotten a chance to hold her properly.”

“We can share!” Cyprien tries to dodge Roark’s attack, but it’s too late. In the next blink, I’m ripped from Cyprien’s arms and folded up in Roark’s, his great purple wings wrapping around my body and cutting out the light.

“Much better,” he murmurs, pushing his face deep into the curve of my neck, taking a breath as if he’s been without for years. “My sweet little doe. My heart is finally full. I’m so happy to have you back.”

“As am I.” I reach up to his face, cupping my palm over the unruly beard spreading over his jaw. “So, so happy.”

“That’s quite enough.” Cyprien’s distraught outburst has a giggle rising in my throat. Not wanting to torture him, Roark unfurls his wings, allowing Cyprien access once more. Before he can get to me, Lir rushes forward, pressing his body flush against my back, curling his arms around my throat possessively. He leans down to my ear with a rare chuckle, relishing in Cyprien’s pained whine.

“Let's get you to bed,” Lir murmurs, his breath coasting over my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you want that, Dagny?”

I nod, my eyelids lowering as a rush of warmth spreads from my core, curling my fingers and toes. Instead of giving in to the bond's desires, Lir leads me toward the bundle of furs in the corner of the room, allowing me to pick my spot before curling up next to me.