23. Good Never Lasts
Finishing with their wits at their ends, Selene collapsed beside Seff onto her back. Seff was frazzled in the absolute best way ever possible. She would never forget this kind of high. And the cherry on top was Selene catering to her growing loneliness.
She curved her warm body over Seff’s, one arm sliding over her ribs, the other scooping under her to bring her closer, leaving sweet kisses on her neck. To be held, to be wrapped in someone’s embrace… Tears sprang to Seff’s eyes. “Are you alright?”
Seff blinked the tears away. It was almost equal value the comfort of skinship and pain. Not able to produce much slick, insertion was somewhat of a struggle, rough and more chafing than either party would prefer.
But she was already reliving the slow, rhythmic thrusts into her core, nothing like the brutal treatment Allium endured by Kiran’s jealousy. Selene Hilal was not just fucking her, but *making love*, and the difference made all the world.
Sun filtered into the room. It blanketed them in a light that made them want to curl up and sunbathe. “I’m…very well,” Seff murmured.
Selene hummed a smile and intertwined her legs with Seff’s. “I’m glad. I can bring breakfast if—”
The bedroom door slammed open. Selene immediately shielded Seff with her body, snarling, *“What?”*
It was a naked female from the harem lounge, panicked. “Luna, it’s Kiran. The Sun pack—”
“Fuck,” Selene swore. She kissed Seff’s cheek before leaping out of bed and throwing on an opaque rope. “Stay here, Seff. I will return after I deal with the knothead and his knothead pack.”
She locked the door behind her.
Seff fell back on the pillow. All good things must end, she supposed. Sighing, she slipped into the robe she was gifted last night and padded to the balcony to embrace the sunlight. Her thighs ached, so it was less walking and more limping, but it was a pain she would gladly thank.
Until Kiran reared up in front of her, locked his arms around her waist, and threw her over his shoulder.