Page 47 of Their Fated Magic

They keep going. Their breathing is harsh. Their bodies are tense. And then I feel them explode inside of me, their seed hot, coating my insides. It turns me on, draws my orgasm out, building to another one, until I’m screaming again, coming again, riding them to ecstasy.

And then we collapse together, breathing hard.

I swear, I feel it. The same thing I felt with Garrick. A connection. A bond. It’s like what I felt with the wolves before, only intensified like the light from a candle compared to the light from the sun.

“Tara,” Drogo whispers into my hair. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Rinan and Arlys say together.

I sigh. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet.”

“Never,” Drogo says, kissing my hair. “This is just the beginning of our lifetime of making things up to you.”

I hope they’re right. I hope I wasn’t a fool to let them back in. There’s no going back now.

TWENTY-FOUR

Tara

We’re cuddling on the edge of the hot spring, me lying on my belly on the large, smooth rock, my feet dangling in the water, Rinan and Drogo lying on each side next to me, and Arlys sitting on the rock beside Rinan. It’s unexpectedly comfortable. The cold water is no longer quite as cold. My body feels relaxed and pleased in every way.

A girl could get used to this.

Rinan runs his fingers along the raised scars on my back, touching one at a time delicately, and I do everything I can not to flinch. “Your poor back,” he whispers.

“I can’t believe your own mom did that.” Arlys sounds like he’s feeling absolute disbelief.

“I can’t believe any mother would hurt her daughter like that. It’s not right,” Drogo says angrily.

Shrugging, I try to think of something to say that would make it all make sense. “My dad was gentle. He treated me like his princess, and I never wondered if he loved me. He proved it every day of his life. If I hurt myself while doing something, he was there to comfort me, but to also encourage me to keep trying. He would tell stories of great adventures and heroics, and I would always be in them, saving everyone. He was truly a wonderful father.”

“He sounds like a good man,” Rinan says, continuing to run his fingertips along my scars.

“He was. But my mother…” I pause, taking in a sharp breath. “My mother never thought I was enough. I’m not a great daughter. I’m the worst witch in the coven at magic. There was just never that mother-daughter bond. I was just a tool to use, and she was okay breaking me and rebuilding me if it got me to become what she wanted.”

I wonder, briefly, what she’s doing right now. Has she replaced me with Edna? Are they happily chatting about battle and plotting to kill all the shifters when I give word? And do I even care?

“You didn’t deserve that treatment. From her, or from us. You deserved better. You’re remarkable, and fuck anyone who believes anything different,” Drogo tells me as he runs his fingers through my wet hair.

I turn to him, seeing him lying across the rock beside me. I’ve never seen him look this relaxed before. This happy. I like him like this.

“Yeah, anyone who can’t see the gifts you possess, outside of your magic, is blind and not worth your trouble,” Arlys adds. He squeezes my hand and gives me a smile.

There’s something different about the way they’re looking at me now. I can’t pinpoint it. Something has changed though. It’s like they’re more open. When I look at them, I don’t see a thousand things hiding behind their eyes. It’s just them and me.

It’s a nice change.

“I like you guys like this,” I tell them.

All three men look surprised.

“Like what?” Arlys asks.

I try to find the right words. “Less guarded. And mean.”

They flinch. All three of them.

“We won’t be like that ever again,” Drogo says. “I know words mean little, but we’re going to show you with our actions that we’ll make you happy. We’ll take care of you.”

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