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“Goddess, that was fun. Let’s fight all the time.”

“Only as a prelude to fucking,” I promise, reaching down to guide my cock between her sweet pussy lips.

She gasps when I enter with a quick punch of my hips. Wrapping my arm around her waist so she doesn’t get hurt on the balcony, I fuck hard and deep and slow, curling the fingers of my left hand into her hair to give myself leverage. The rough treatment does nothing but amp her lust higher, orange and cream and jasmine exploding across my senses as her lust saturates the air around us.

I drag her head to the side so I can bury my mouth against the skin of her neck. “Mine. I godsdamn love you, Lola.”

Her wet, hot heat clenches around me, milking me for all I’m worth as her lock begins to swell.

“Don’t lock me yet, sweetheart,” I grunt, pulling out and stepping back. I can’t rip my eyes from the panting omega with both hands on the railing who spins in place and glares at me.

“You fucking stopped? Oh no. Oh, moons no. No, you did not.”

I turn casually and head for the double doors back into her room. “I’m not done, sweetheart. But I want you to come and take it from me.”

My woman lets out a battle cry and shifts into a giant eagle. I’m so shocked at seeing her in any other form that I don’t react quickly enough, and she snatches me up in her talons, sailing through the large doors. She drops me onto the mattress and shifts back to human form, sinking down to straddle my chest, her pussy dangerously close to my face.

Her eyes flash with her wolf’s intense amber, and that challenge calls mine to rise, my dominance and hers warring together in the most perfect of ways.

“And for that insolence, my king, you’ll feast before you get to come.”

“Get up here,” I command, pointing to my face.

As she settles over my mouth, soaking me with need, I grin up at her. “Before we leave, I need to fuck you on the throne with just your crown on. Make it happen, my queen.”

“If you’re a good boy,” she says with deviant, triumphant joy. “Now put that mouth to good use, Richard.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

EPILOGUE - LOLA

It took longer than I wanted to get things settled in Santa Alaya. But Papá did agree to become my Second, although he still won’t look at Richard. I hope it’ll just take time for him to realize that our love—unlikely as it might be—is worth everything. We’re back in Ever for a few days to update the Ever pack and talk through plans for co-ruling both locations. Hearth HQ is reformatting some of the portals between Ever and Santa Alaya so I can return home more quickly.

“Girl gimme a beer, stat.” Lou’s throaty voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look across the bar at Bad Axe. She slides onto one of the bar stools with a big grin. “Pretty glad to see you back in one piece, sister.”

I shake my head with a thankful smile. “It’s not, like, perfectly sorted, but my friend Leo should be arriving today, which means I’ll get to play guitar with him, and honestly, that’s about all I need. That and for Papá and Richard to not be at each other’s throats.”

Lou laughs. “Well, I got to hear Dirk’s firsthand impression of the whole thing. You can turn into a snake?”

My laugh matches hers. Of course Dirk would focus on the snake. “Yeah, or anything else. Any animal.”

“Damn,” Lou mutters. “That’s cool as hells, Lola. I’m so happy for you and Richard.”

I pour her a beer and slide it across the bar. “What about you, Lou? Sounds like Dirk found you pretty quickly once we came home?”

She rolls her eyes. “If by find me you mean stalk me like a creeper then, yes, he sure did.”

I rest my elbows on the table, putting my chin in my hand as I wink at her. “You don’t really seem to mind all that much, if we’re being honest.”

Pink dusts her freckled cheeks. “I mean…attention is nice, sure. But he’s like…always there.”

It’s my turn to pry. “Have you kissed him?”

“What?” Lou sputters. She brings the beer to her lips and takes three huge gulps. “Why would you ask that?”

“No reason,” I say. “It’s just that he was super heroic in Santa Alaya, and I thought you might be interested in knowing how he?—”

“Lola, First Queen of Packs Santa Alaya and Ever, your presence is requested in, well, the middle of the street.” The request rings through the bar, but when I turn toward the front, the doors are swinging shut behind whoever spoke.

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