Page 50 of Demon Daddy's Secret Twins

She gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as I push deeper, my pace steady, unhurried. Her golden-brown eyes lock on mine, and I see the vulnerability there, the trust she’s giving me. It’s raw, unguarded, and it hits me harder than anything else. This woman, this scarred, fiercely independent survivor, is letting me in. And I’ll be damned if I don’t cherish every second of it.

Her hands find my face, her touch soft but insistent as she pulls me down for a kiss. It’s slow, deep, and full of something I can’t put into words. My wings curl around us, shielding us from the world, and I focus solely on her. On the way her body moves with mine, the way her breath hitches when I hit just the right spot, the way she whispers my name like it’s the only word that matters.

“I’m close,” she breathes, her voice trembling. Her fingers tighten against my skin, her body tightening around me in response.

“Let go,” I growl softly, my pace never faltering. “I’ve got you.”

Her climax hits her like a storm, her body arching, her nails scraping against my back as she cries out. I follow her, my own release crashing over me as I bury myself deep inside her, my wings shuddering with the intensity of it. For a moment, the world falls away, and there’s nothing but her, nothing but us.

When it’s over, I collapse beside her, pulling her close. Her body is warm against mine, her breath still uneven as she tucksher head under my chin. I stroke her hair, my touch lingering, and she sighs, her fingers tracing the glowing lines on my chest.

Neither of us speaks. There’s no need. The way she’s curled against me, the way her heartbeat matches mine, it’s enough. It’s more than enough.

35

LOXLEY

The morning sun filters through the canopy as Mazan and I make our way along the elevated walkways to June and Lamain's treehouse. My legs still feel shaky, and warmth blooms in my chest each time Mazan's hand brushes against mine.

The door swings open before we reach it. Two small blurs of bronze skin and dark hair burst onto the deck.

"Mom!" Kaelar charges forward first, as always. He crashes into my legs while Sorien hangs back a step, his mismatched eyes darting between Mazan and me.

"Dad!" Both boys call out at once.

My breath catches. The word hangs in the air, powerful and unexpected. Mazan goes completely still beside me.

Kaelar releases my legs and grabs Mazan's hand, tugging him down to eye level. His small horns catch the light as he tilts his head. "We made something for you."

Sorien inches closer, one hand clutching the hem of my shirt. "It's a picture," he whispers, pressing against my side. His golden-brown eye - so like my own - meets mine while his red one stays fixed on Mazan.

Mazan kneels, bringing himself down to their height. The massive spread of his midnight-blue wings creates a protective shadow over all of us. His copper-red eyes shine with an emotion I've never seen before as Kaelar launches into an animated description of their artwork.

June appears in the doorway, her bright red hair gleaming. A knowing smile plays across her freckled face as she watches our little family. My family. The word feels foreign yet right, like a key finally fitting into a lock I didn't know existed.

"We used all the colors," Sorien adds softly, finally letting go of my shirt to join his brother. "Even the sparkly ones Aunt June gave us."

Mazan's voice comes out rough. "I can't wait to see it."

The simple word - "Dad" - echoes in my mind as I watch Mazan's reaction. His copper-red eyes glisten, and the gold lines across his obsidian skin pulse with a soft glow. His wings curl forward, creating a protective cocoon around the boys.

"Come here, little ones." Mazan's usual steady voice wavers. He scoops them both up, one in each arm, and they immediately grab onto his horns for balance. The gesture is so natural, so familiar - as if they've done it a thousand times before instead of just meeting him days ago.

My throat tightens as I watch them together. The similarities are striking - the way Kaelar's determination mirrors Mazan's strength, how Sorien's thoughtfulness reflects his father's patience. Even their wild dark hair matches, though the boys' has more of my auburn mixed in.

June slips back inside, giving us privacy for this moment. Mazan's wings shift, drawing me into their circle too. His eyes meet mine over our sons' heads, and the raw emotion there steals my breath. This is what we could have had all along, if fate hadn't torn us apart.

After I thank June, we decide none of us are ready to go home yet. Instead, we go to our favorite place.

The sun is already high in the sky as we make our way down to the beach, the boys racing ahead on the wooden walkway. Kaelar leads the charge while Sorien follows close behind, their small feet thundering against the planks.

"Careful," I call out, but Mazan's hand settles on my lower back.

"I've got them." His wings spread, ready to catch either child if they stumble.

The beach stretches before us, empty save for the gentle lap of waves. Kaelar immediately charges toward the water's edge, kicking up sand. Sorien pauses, watching the waves before following his brother at a more measured pace.

"Don't go past your knees," I remind them, settling onto a smooth piece of driftwood. The dying sunlight catches their bronze skin, turning them to living flame against the darkening water.

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