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Or what was best for everyone involved.

“We don’t have to decide anything right now or until we have all the facts,” I expressed, hugging his arm and resting my head against his bicep. “You’re still reeling from everything over the last few weeks, but now that I’m alive again, you have to act rationally. We have to think of the bigger picture, not just us.”

Cair gazed down at me, a fond expression on his face. “You’re right as always, sweetheart.” He dipped down to kiss my forehead. “Though I will make sure we retain our happily ever after, whatever it takes.”

We lapsed into a comfortable silence. I didn’t want to get my hopes up—I knew it wasn’t as simple as him leaving and making a home with me out here—but if he was serious, if it was genuinely what he wanted and not just a means to keep me safe, we could discuss it properly once everything had blown over. I wouldn’t exactly put up much of a protest, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy a few more days of all this before we had to make plans for our return.

And our future.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, behind one of the wooden pillars, and with a slight turn to the side, I saw Gary chasing Leaf through the courtyard. Cee marched like an unimpressed mother behind them. The wyvern had something in her mouth that Gary clearly wanted back—food probably—and no doubt Cee was herding the two to a less conspicuous location.

Considering they were meant to be our guards, and all that.

I snorted at the display, which quickly peeled off into uncontrollable laughter as Gary tripped over a bush and landed in a pile of mud. Or horse shit, I couldn’t see from this distance. His entire face was coated in brown, except for his eyes, which wish-washed from side to side like window wipers.

All while Leaf tucked into her loot.

I may have even caught Cee cracking a genuine smile.

With tears in my eyes and a cramp in my side, I turned to Cair, making sure he’d also witnessed the absolute circus, but he wasn’t even looking out at the farm. He was staring straight at me, a glimmer to his eyes that made me feel a little like prey.

“What?” I asked, a touch breathless, my heart skipping a beat.

“I missed hearing you laugh,” he said earnestly, his voice pitched low. How quickly the mood shifted from light and carefree to stifling heat had my head spinning. I swallowed thickly. “You’re so beautiful, Luca, and I’m failing to understand why I don’t yet have you writhing on my cock.”

Oop, good morning!

I nodded dumbly, licking my bottom lip before saying, “Um, me too.”

In a blink his mouth was on mine, hot and consuming, and in another, we were staggering toward the stables, my shirt somehow no longer on my body. He steered me into an empty stall, pinning me against a wooden beam with his bulk, his tongue never wavering in its fervent exploration and his greedy hands still roving my naked torso. The scent of his arousal swept through me, so strong and dizzying that it masked the smell of horses and hay. The resounding growls in his throat muffled their curious snorts.

It felt so good having his lips and hands on me, rough and unrestrained, that I almost forgot the outside world even existed, and that we weren’t exactly well hidden.

“Someone could walk in,” I gasped between frenzied kisses, eagerly yanking at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants.

“Let them,” he tossed back, lowering his mouth to my throat, nipping at the juncture with his fangs. “Would you like to use my wings as coverage?”

I huffed a laugh, but it tapered into a moan as his thigh slid between mine, offering friction. “They’re see-through.”

“Mm, and this is thrilling you beyond measure, sweet boy. Don’t pretend it isn’t.”

I groaned. He was so fucking right. “As much as I’d love to see your wings, I don’t want to spook the horses.”

“I agree. Hearing you scream will be enough.”

There was no patience for slow and steady. We were all lust and urgency, licking, biting, squeezing any patch of each other we could reach, no rhyme or reason to it, just chasing the pleasure. I was grinding messily against his leg like a wanton creature in heat, and I didn’t have it in me to care. The stimulation against my dick was almosttooperfect, but I still needed more.

I wanted his shirt gone. Ihad tofeel his skin on mine or I might combust, but he was latched on to his favorite spot behind my ear, drawing out high-pitched keens that sounded too inhuman to be coming from me. He flicked my nipples with his thumbs, forcing my back to curve for more of the sensation, but my bare stomach brushing against cotton had me hurtling back to the issue at hand.

“Off, off, off,” I demanded, bunching his shirt up around his chest, unbothered if I sounded desperate. Hell, I was, no point in trying to deny it, and judging by the way Cair whipped the offending fabric over his head and horns, discarding it without a thought before returning to my neck, I guessed he wasn’t faring much better.

Cair’s hands covered my ass, giving the mounds a courtesy squeeze before lifting me up against the wall. I hooked my legs around his thighs and tore at the cords on our pants until they came loose. I didn’t even pause before taking Cair’s length into my hands, so thick and heavy, and giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. I traced the vein on the underside with my thumb, right up to the engorged head, and swiped over the slick beading at the slit.

I brought the digit to my lips and licked it clean.

Cair grunted, one of his hands slamming into the stone beside my head for purchase, the other tightening its grip on my ass. “Are you really going to tease me, sweetheart?” he growled darkly. “Or are you going to be a good boy and wrap your hands around our cocks and make us both come?”

Second option.

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