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“I’m not upset,” I cry. “That was too nice, and you are too attractive, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

“You didn’t have to do anything. You just had to be yourself. I love you, Darcy. You’re hot, you’re a good fighter, you’re aneven better rider. You’re everything a guy could want, and you’re mine.”

His words are laced with deep appreciation, and in that moment, pressed against his chest, my face buried in his neck, I fall deeply and completely in the most traditional kind of love possible. We feel like the last two true of heart innocents in the world at this moment, and our hunger for one another has to be sated.

Clothing melts away in our hunger. Kirin’s body is hard and perfect, just as I knew it would be. I saw it last night, when Einar mated me, but this is even better. The setting sun shows his masculine form to perfection, and I marvel that he was made by nature with me in mind.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, cupping my breasts.

“So are you,” I respond, meaning the words entirely. Kirin could be a model in any time and any place. The way the breeze catches his blond hair, and the way the light hits his eyes… I am utterly enchanted by him.

Kirin settles me in his lap, facing him, his cock sliding up and into my pussy as he wraps his arms around me and makes passionate love to me. I am settled on his dick, my pussy grinding against the base of his cock.

“You are perfect,” he says as he fucks me, urging me up and down on his dick.

“You are,” I say. Our dialog may not be deep, but we mean every one of the very few words we have to say to one another.

He lays back and lets me ride him, working my hips so my pussy slides up and down his cock. I am doing most of the work, giving myself to him and taking him at the same time.

We make love for hours, letting the sun fade and the moon rise, and the city turn to a glittering oasis beneath us with the river threading its way to the sea. Eventually we just lie in the grass together, looking up at the stars. I am wrapped up in Kirin’s embrace, his strong arms holding me close against his chest.

I feel absolutely calm and entirely loved. I feel completed. I do not know if that is because I just had sex with Kirin, or if it is the fact that I have now been intimate with all my mates, but this has been special in a way I will never forget.

“Do we have to go back?”

I don’t want to go anywhere ever again. I want to stay here under the stars and in Kirin’s arms forever. I feel so peaceful. I feel so content. It’s like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, with exactly who I am supposed to be with.

“Eventually,” he says. “But not yet, if you don’t want to.”

He snugs me a little tighter and I close my eyes and let the night take us.

CHAPTER 14

Darcy

It’s almost six in the morning by the time we get back to Kirin’s mansion. The lights are on, like the place is full of people, but I know there’ll be some servants and one, maybe two angry wolves.

We walk in the front door, as makes sense. Kirin owns all of this. We don’t have to sneak anywhere, and even if we had to, I am pretty sure that he would refuse to do so. I’m still wrapping my head around how damn rich Kirin really is. It’s not just this place; it’s a whole lot of shares, companies, trusts, and land in other locations. He’s got everything anybody could ever want, and yet he’s caught up in a group that is as illegal as illegal gets.

We find Einar and Rafe in a sitting room. Rafe’s watching television in the tense way people do when they’re only watching it to distract themselves. Einar is pacing. He swings around as we enter the room with an expression that makes me want to hide behind Kirin.

“Hey, boys,” Kirin says, grinning broadly. I catch the look that passes between him and the others. There’s a certain intensity to it, and a triumph. Like he’s telling them he slept with me without telling them he slept with me. It’s all in the set of his jaw and his eyes.

Einar strides up to him and cuffs him around the head hard enough to make me wince. He was restraining himself. At first, that open hand was a fist, but he changed course at the last minute.

“What the hell?” I exclaim, my voice instantly shrill. “What are you doing?”

“It’s okay,” Kirin says. “Let the old man get it out of his system.”

Kirin really doesn’t give a shit about anything, and I don’t know how to take that. I suppose a smack isn’t much of anything to worry about, but the energy Einar delivered it with bothers the hell out of me. He’s fucking angry, so angry I can feel it in my gut.

“There’s no need to be this mad,” Kirin says. “Sure, we were out, but…”

Einar picks up a piece of photo paper from a nearby table, slapping his hand onto it as if it owes him money, before shaking it in our faces.

“No need to be mad?”

It’s a print-out from a traffic drone. There’s one picture of the two of us going down Main Avenue, and there’s another one of Kirin in midair after he hit that truck ramp. I grin as I look at them. They’re fucking awesome pictures. We look like action heroes.

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