Delaney

"Does this mean we are good?" I asked my mates, lazily sprawled on Kai's bed after dinner. Since Ronan's room reeked of sex, sweat, my juices and their essence, we decided to move to Kai's. My ass felt much better, but Kai's finger still left it tingling. My pussy, on the other hand, felt a little sore, a good sore, a reminder of two dicks inside of me.

"That depends, Del," Ronan answered. "Have you forgiven us for lying to you about Daphne?" he asked, his voice low. 

I took a few minutes of silence, my head on Kai's chest, feet on Ronan's body. The weight of the prophecy...