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With no more preamble, he began to thrust in and out of me, drawing orgasm after orgasm. My thighs dripped with my releases and I knew I’d need to change before I went back to the living room to sleep and I had zero regrets.

He flipped me over onto my back, raised my legs up to his shoulders, and thrust into me faster and harder.

I gripped his forearms and screamed his name as one of the strongest orgasms I’d had tore through me at the same time he came.

“Good thing this room is soundproofed or you would have woken up your friends,” he teased.

“Good thing,” I agreed, panting and smiling.

Chapter

Twenty-One

“Princess!” two dozen little voices cried out when I entered the main hall of the orphanage.

It was lunchtime, so all of the kids and the adults who take care of them were seated at tables eating. I chose lunchtime because I knew I could find them all in one place.

The director, Ms. Brown, hurried over and gave me a tight hug. “Princess Liliana! We are so happy to see you again. Congratulations on your mating! We were all so thrilled to hear you have found your mates.”

“Thank you, Ms. Brown.” I smiled warmly at the sweet werewolf who ran the orphanage. She was highly recommended from Great Grandpa Dan, and when I witnessed her protecting the children from a hellhound, I knew he was right.

Turning to the children who were gathered in the aisleway, I said, “Hello, cubs. I’ve got a surprise for you all.”

The children ranged from toddlers to teenagers, though the two teenagers hung back, letting the young ones get closest to me.

“Presents?” Molly, an adorable six-year-old elf girl asked hopefully.

Mason and Piper walked in behind me carrying two totes each filled with presents.

“Presents!” I shouted. The children cheered. “Everyone be patient while we hand out the presents.”

“Is he one of your mates?” Leslie, a twelve-year-old werewolf girl asked me, her cheeks tinged pink as she looked at Mason.

Ah, the cute little thing had a crush on him.

“Yes, that’s Mason. He’s a hybrid shifter who can turn into a raven.”

Her eyes widened. “Is that why his hair is that color? Because it’s like his wings?”

Smart girl. “Exactly.”

Antoine, a thirteen-year-old hybrid orphan, stood to the side, his focus on Piper. He had eyes only for Piper even as we handed out presents, which made me smile even wider.

I walked over to help pass out the presents since Mason and Piper didn’t know the kids’ names.

It had taken me an hour to wrap all the presents, and only ten minutes to pass them out and watch them open them, but the smiles, excited squeals, and hugs were all worth it.

Nessa, one of the two teenagers, a dragon shifter, sat by me and asked, “Did the demons hurt you when you were in their world?”

I looked at her in surprise. No one knew I went to the demon world except my family.

She flushed and whispered, “I had a dream about it. I have them sometimes.”

“Have you told Director Brown that you have visions?” It was pretty rare for dragons to have premonitions.

She shook her head while looking at her lap.

“Why not?”

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