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“A–and…you came to an agree—ment?” she squeaked when Astarion leaned forward with that damnable smirk of his and kissed the hammering pulse point at the base of her throat. “Oh, certainly,” he purred, tipping his head to look beyond Erelyth to Halsin. “Wouldn’t you say so, my friend?” “Aye, I would.” One of Halsin’s hands dropped back to her waist, large enough to reach his fingers down to her hipbone and squeeze meaningfully. His breath ghosted near her ear, which she knew for a fact was probably redder than Astarion’s eyes. “But it’s your consent we need, Erelyth.” She leaned her head against his chest, her hair brushing his collarbones, staring up at him. His expression was loving, but sharpened, as hungry now as the look Astarion had given her in his arms. It made her feel like she were rather prized prey between two ravenous predators. “Will you have us?” Astarion’s fingers trailed distractingly along her jaw, pulling her gaze. “Will you have us together?” This was it. Erelyth would die from the mixture of sheer embarrassment and lust, and she would be incredibly, deliriously happy about it.

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