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He spreads my thighs wide and starts to thrust hard. He’s wild in this position. I sense his beast emerging, and I love it. Love the savage, unrestrained way he fucks me.

His fast, rough rhythm hits my sweet spot, and I come again, and again.

“That’s right, baby. Come around my cock,” he growls, arching over me, his eyes wild. He plunges into me over and over, and it’s like we’re in perfect harmony, making sweet, wild music together. I wrap my leg around him, holding him tight, while he drives me wild.

“I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy with my cum,” he snarls, and a second later, a roar bursts from his lips and his cock surges. He holds me tight while he ejaculates deep inside me, his hot seed filling me up. Making me his, again and again.

When we collapse at last in a sweaty heap, his face buried in my neck, I gaze up at the ceiling and my eyes tear up. Here I am, my gorgeous mate holding me in his arms, surrounded by all these beautiful things that were made just for me.

I could never have imagined this in my wildest, wildest dreams.

“What is it, baby?” Orion’s head jerks up. He gazes into my eyes, frowning, then, with a fingertip, he wipes away the tear that has spilled from my eyes. “Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad, but how did you know I was crying?”

“My beast sensed it.”

“I’m crying because I’m happy. Because I love you.”

He breaks into a smile. “Okay, then you can cry,” he says solemnly. “But for no other reason. Ever.”

I grin. “Nothing can make me sad?”

“Not if I’ve got anything to do with it,” he growls, and presses his soft, lush lips against mine again.

14

Orion

Every day I spend with Scout is more wonderful than the last. Seeing her exploring the house brings so much joy to my heart. The smallest thing fills her with so much excitement and gratitude. “But how did youknow?” she keeps saying, as she discovers one thing after another?—

The library, with a spiral staircase leading up to the second level gallery;

The cozy reading alcove that hangs right over the forest, stuffed with comfy cushions;

The collection of vintage teacups and saucers, with a selection of different teas from around the world (all my mom’s work; can’t take credit for that);

The little maze on the far side of the house, lined with twinkling fairy lights, and planted with fragrant herbs.

I feel her unfurling, starting to believe that tomorrow is going to be a good day, and the day after that, and the day after that…

“I never want to leave here,” she tells me over and over, and that suits me just fine. We spend most of our time in bed, or in the pool, or wandering outside in the sunshine. Part of me is dying to take her out and show her all the good things in the world, but the other part is happy to have her all to myself. There’ll be time for all that later. One day soon, I’ll take her to meet the clan. I know my mom senses something is up, but so far I’ve managed to keep her at bay. Truth is, I can’t wait for her to meet Scout, either. See the look on her face when she sees that everything turned out just the way she promised. All I needed was to believe in fate and build the perfect nest for my mate.

But for now, I can’t get enough of my sweet girl, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of our time together.

This morning,the bed is empty when I wake up, though. And I’m disappointed. Every other day, I’ve woken up first and watched her while she was sleeping. Staring at her beautiful face in a way I couldn’t if she was awake, because she’d probably think I was weird. I love to see how her lips always part a little when she’s asleep. I love how her eyelids are a little translucent and sometimes I can see her eyes moving back and forth, and I know she’s dreaming. She always sleeps sprawled out. She told me her usual bed is a broken old army cot. But here, she relaxes and spreads out like the queen she is.

Often, she throws the covers off, and I can stare at her lovely tits and soft belly. Sometimes I even get a glimpse of the golden triangle of hair between her legs.

But today, her side of the bed is cold.

I jolt upright, sensing that something is wrong.

My beast takes charge and I dash around the house, snuffling, desperate to track her down.

At last, I find her in the floral bedroom—the one I call “Scout’s dressing room” now. My heartbeat slows down.

But when she turns to me, I notice that her soft forehead is marred with a frown. Panic jolts through me.

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