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Jeh-kal wedged his wide shoulders between my legs and stared up at me with the most bullshit, innocent look I’d ever seen on such an enormous beast of a male. “Jeh-kal want help. Make sure baby stay in our Jo.”

And I’ve got a sand box in Florida ta sell ya. It was on the tip of my tongue to call him out on his semi truthful bologna but I refrained. Truth be told, his tongue was worth the lost sleep. My gaze darted around them. They were all worth it.

“We still have to be careful,” I warned, to a Cheshire Cat grin from Celuk that had me shivering in place and three happy rumbles full of Yes, Ma’am.

It was a long, healing night in all ways, shapes, and forms. After the third go-round of tongue lovin’ healing, I had to throw in the towel.

Rek had opted to be Jeh-kal’s little spoon if it meant he got to cuddle me himself. Celuk kept his spot cuddling my back. Jeh-kal’s wide palm found my belly, massaging it as I drifted off to sleep.

The tang of blood was thick in my mouth. Jeh-kal and Rek also sported nice mating marks from yours truly.

This was almost as perfect as I’d imagined it. Celuk promised someone was sent out to let Gopher and Odix know I’d been found but they were pretty far out and it might take them a bit to not only get the news but get back home. I still felt like they were here with me.

There was one male that felt far off from me, though. My dreams of all of us being together, one big crazy family grouping, it was all just missing one being who’d presumably opted out at the last minute.

Almost perfect. Not quite, just shy of it.

We can’t always get what we want, though.

I just hoped, wherever Buu was, whatever he’d ultimately decided, he was happy.

It was the best I could hope for.

Chapter 49

Waking up the morning after a night of wild and crazy, I gave a big, slow, lazy stretch, not only finding myself absent of a single ache or pain, but completely alone in the bed.

Blinking my eyes open, I sat up, got one look at the night dress I was wearing, the fat rock on my right ring finger, joining the ring Rek had given me previously, and frowned.

Calling this… exquisiteness a night dress was an insult. It wasn’t revealing but didn’t exactly hide anything. Celuk, I assumed, from the trademark shade of dark blue. I felt like I’d slept in a low cut princess gown. The material was breathable, warm, and soft as silk. I’d never seen anything quite like this before.

“She wake!” Rek called out down the hall. He sounded like he was speaking with something in his mouth.

My gaze kept going to the comfortably snug bodice of my nightgown and that insane rock on my finger. I lifted my hand and turned that sparkly motherfucker this way and that. Holy shit wow.

“Think she see? Find?” someone whispered.

“Shhh. Let see!”

“Dig in boobs!” Rek called out louder.

Jeh-kal made a noise that to me said he wanted Rek to shut it.

“Bossy,” Rek growled right back.

Celuk’s soft laughter had them both knocking it off.

“Dig in my boobs?” I mumbled, glancing down as my fingertips ran along the small, delicate chain necklace I felt encircling my neck. Digging in my boobs, as he’d so crudely but aptly suggested, my mouth dropped open and my eyeballs nearly popped out of my head as I pulled out an even bigger jewel dangling from the end of that chain. Bright green, bordering on a shocking lime, that rock was hella huge. Rek’s eyes.

Lifting my hand, I noted the veins of grey in the blue rock shimmering on my hand.

“One more!” Rek garbled out, his voice sounding muffled. “Stupid Patrol has- Argh!”

“Jeh-kal say it!” Jeh-kal grumbled.

Shaking my head, I stood and glanced around. My clothes from last night were notably absent.

My feet curled in the thick rug beneath my feet. “One of you wouldn’t happen to have my slippers or a pair of my socks lying around, would you? Or a robe?”

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