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I groan at her taste. I had her just the other day, but it never gets old. I was so sure of my life before I was captured and then so lost after, but like the others, she gave me a home, a purpose, and a family to care for and protect. I don’t know how long we will have together, but it doesn’t matter to me as long as I have her right now.

Okay, and forever.

“No time, fuck me.” She grips my hair and drags me up her body, wrapping her thighs around me as she urges me on. Chuckling, I bite her chin, but I snarl when she palms my hard cock and presses it to her entrance. Smirking, she sucks on my lip as she lifts her hips and takes me inside her tight, hot body. Her core drips around my length as I sink deeper before pulling out and forcing myself back in. Her mouth drops open on a moan, and I kiss along her neck, biting and sucking as I fight her tight channel. Both of us want it hard and fast, and that shows as she cuts into my shoulders with her nails.

“Move faster, fuck,” she orders, and I’m always happy to obey her, so I grip the edge of the table, pull out, and slam back in. I give it to her hard and fast like she wants. Her hands drag up my neck and tangle in my hair as she brings my mouth to hers, our kiss sloppy and fast like our bodies. Pleasure courses through us as I stroke her skin with my magic, curling it around her nipples and clit until she cries out, clenching around me. I feel my own pleasure crawl down my spine, my balls drawing up as her tight cunt demands my release.

I slam my magic into her ass at the same time I press it against her clit, and she comes with a scream. Her cunt gripsmy cock, pulsing as she locks up beneath me, and that tight grip is what sends me over the edge. I empty my balls as I come, pleasure bowing my spine as I give into it and her.

Pleasure flows between us, and we ride it until we can’t take anymore. It finally releases us, leaving us slumped together on the table.

“We’re back!” A voice suddenly fills the air, and we both look over, my bare ass facing them. “Well, we had fun shopping, looks like you both did too!” Ronan jokes. “And you were worried about going to that sex shop, Fang. Looks like your wife opened one here anyway.”

CHAPTER 61

Idon’t know when she arranged it, but it shouldn’t shock me.

I stare down at the grave right next to my parents’ plots, his name in bold text thanks to Tate. The portal had been ready when I woke up, and I stepped through to find this.

It’s a grave for my brother—a place to come to so I can pay my respects and remember him alongside my parents. I know he is buried in the field Zeev took us to, but this is a physical marker for him and my family, and I’m thankful for it.

We have been moving and fighting since his death, so I’ve barely had time to think of him. It still hurts all the time, though, and he’s always in the back of my mind. I wonder if he would be proud of me or if he would like everything we’ve done.

Seeing his grave causes tears to flow down my face. He’s gone. He’s really gone. I know that deep down, but staring at the last reminder has my heart splintering apart and pain ricocheting through me—pain I haven’t allowed myself to feel yet.

It overflows as I grieve for the brother I lost and the life I would have had.

I’m happy now, and I’ve found a new family, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the one I had, and somehow Tate knew that and knew I needed to come here.

“I’ll never forget you,” I promise him. “No matter who else becomes my brother, you will always be my little brother, and when the time comes, I’ll see you again. I promise.”

I fall to my knees, brushing some leaves aside before running my fingers over his name. “I miss you so much, but I’m trying to be happy and live for you and me. I hope you know that.”

Bowing my head, I let my tears fall to the ground, and where they hit, flowers seem to bloom. I don’t know how long I sit like that, happy memories of our time together running through my head until I feel magic.

I knew she would come for me, and I’m grateful for it as she takes my hand and squeezes, offering me her strength.

Turning, I bury my head in her shoulder. “I miss him so much.”

“I know,” she whispers, rubbing my back comfortingly as she speaks. “He’d be so proud of you, babe, so very proud of who you have become. You’re making the world a better place. Your brother loved you so very much. I’m sorry you had to lose him, but death is not the end. It’s just another beginning, and he will be waiting for you. Until then, he’d want you to be happy.”

“I know.” I lift my head, and she wipes my tears away. I look back at his grave. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t be lonely while I’m gone.”

“I brought him this so he never will be.” She lays teddy on his grave along with a photo, one we took the other night. It’s of us after a meal, everyone smiling widely. “Now he has an entire family with him.”

“Thank you,” I croak as she helps me to my feet. I let her guide me away and back into our quarters, but I find them empty.

“They gave us some space,” she explains as she holds my hand. “Come on.”

When we get to the bathroom, there are flickering candles and a bath. She turns me and carefully strips off my clothes, kissing my skin as she goes. It sends a shiver through me. My pain is still there, but as she helps me into the water, gets in behind me, and starts to bathe me, she washes it away.

Leaning back into her, I let her take care of me before she turns me in her arms, kissing my forehead. “I am thankful for your brother, you know?”

“Why?”

“He brought me to you,” she replies, and I lift my head. She strokes my cheek with a soft smile on her lips.

“I always thought eyes were made to cry and lips were only meant to tell lies, but you taught me so much more. My lips were made to form promises of love to you, and my eyes were made to reflect yours. Before you, Fang, I was a warrior, nothing else, but you made me a lover. You gave me a home and a family, and I will spend the rest of our lives repaying that so you never hurt again.” She places a soft kiss on my lips. “I vow it to you and him. I’ll protect you, my love, until you can meet again. Grieve and cry, and I’ll be right here to wipe your tears away every time.”

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