Page 42 of Their Fated Magic

All three men look genuinely surprised before Arlys seems to come to some kind of realization. “Oh, no, Rinan was joking. Trying to explain to Drogo that we couldn’t keep running away from our relationship with Tara.”

Garrick studies them for a moment before his grip loosens. “Logic told me you weren’t capable of it, but my emotions led me to protect my mate at all costs.”

Some of the tension fades from between them.

“Understood,” Rinan says, followed by a little nod.

It’s strange. I don’t like the idea that they were even joking about something like that, but deep down I don’t think they could really hurt me. My heart might be a fool, but it’s sure of it.

TWENTY-TWO

Drogo

We stare at the bear as he lounges comfortably in the blankets that smell of Tara and her arousal. I don’t like it. Fuck, I kind of want to punch him in the face, but I know enough to recognize that that’s jealousy talking. If I’d spent my night fucking Tara, I don’t think I’d mind nearly as much if the bear smelled like her too. Which is a change. Maybe now that I’ve faced losing her, the idea of sharing her isn’t nearly as bad.

My gaze slides in the direction Tara had gone. I take a step. Everything in me wants to find her. To be close to her. To never be away from her again.

“So, you boys ready to grovel?” Garrick asks lazily.

“Grovel?” I repeat, confused.

“You fucked up big time. And as dumb as you are, you have to know that if you say the wrong thing out there, you’re going to lose her forever.”

Lose her forever? No, we can’t. Never again. If it takes my whole life, I’m going to do whatever it takes to have Tara in my life, in whatever capacity I can have her.

The damn bear is loving this. He knows how miserable we are.

I huff. “You’d like it if we lost her, wouldn’t you?”

Something unexpected crosses his pain. A look of empathy. “Actually, as much as I can’t stand wolves, especially you three, the most important thing to me is that my woman is happy. And I think she’d be happiest with all of us in her life.”

“You mean that?” Rinan asks, looking surprised.

The bear actually sounds sincere.

He nods. “But we all need to be on the same page.”

“How so?” Arlys asks, folding his arms over his chest.

“What are your intentions exactly with my Tara?”

I don’t like the my in his question. “To love her and make her our wife.”

“And what will that look like?”

I scowl. “We’re going to dote on her. Okay? She’ll have anything she needs, whenever she needs it.”

“But not just her needs,” Rinan cuts in. “Her wants too. She can spend as much time making swords and weapons as she wants. We’ll take her out in the rowboat and let her read or daydream.” There’s a smile in his voice as he describes it all. “We’ll rub her tiny feet and hold her every night.”

“We’ll love her,” Arlys emphasizes, which kind of encompasses everything.

A minute of silence passes between us.

“You will, won’t you?” he asks, looking curious. Then he releases a deep breath. “So, let’s get into the logistics. We’ll have to spend time in all our territories. Letting our people see us. Letting them get to know all of us.”

It’s hard. But that’s important. “Agreed.”

“But we won’t move her much when she’s pregnant.”

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