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But it was not to be. Grant’s breath caught, and he froze as he shot out over Roman’s crafty fist. His muscles locked, and his entire body shook with the force of his climax. But the most beautiful part was the hot seed filling him and the breathless way his name fell from Roman’s lips.
Grant amped his up own pleasure by reliving that moment earlier in the garden when his soul was tied to Roman’s for eternity.
Roman’s lips brushed his shoulder several seconds later as they both tried to calm their racing hearts and fill their desperate lungs.
“I love you,” Grant whispered.
“I love you too,” Roman replied instantly.
That was all the romance Grant needed.
Chapter 33
With a smile that was probably permanent, Grant waltzed into a conference room and greeted the rest of the committee in charge of the fast-approaching parade. It’d taken countless hours, but Grant was relatively confident that he’d plotted out and assigned enough teams to keep everyone safe on the big day. Some lovely soul had provided coffee and cookies for their meeting, so Grant helped himself before taking a seat next to the Lich Sentinel.
“I can’t remember if I thanked you for being part of our mating ceremony this past weekend,” Grant told Alaric.
“It was my pleasure and honor to be included,” Alaric stated. “You also have my gratitude for including Rogue and Pizza. They were very excited to help.”
“Honestly, every matebond ceremony should include a couple of cute goblins,” Grant said. “Hey, Chander, what do you think of summoning me a couple of goblins?”
Chander rolled his eyes. “As I’ve explained to the sentinels I live with, goblins are traditionally a gift to someone’s mate. You aren’t my other half, so fuck off.”
Grant laughed. “Wow, didn’t mean to hit on a touchy subject.”
“Think about how driven sentinels are, and imagine that intensity being focused on something they cannot and will not ever have,” Chander remarked. “Now, envision yourself on the receiving end of incessant questions about why they can’t have it. You’ve answered every query roughly a million times, yet they won’t let the subject drop. That is my home life.”
“I’d feel sorry for you, but you have a hot mate, and if you hated it, you guys could get your own place,” Grant replied.
“I liked you right up until you spoke that last sentence,” Chander retorted.
“I feel this is an appropriate time to remind you, Chand, that your fallen knights have many flaws, including Grant’s assessment of your choices,” Alaric commented. “Perhaps you should add some memories to the spell explaining what it means to have a family. The Darays do not wish to be parted, Grant.”
Chander leaned forward in his chair, and his pewter gaze locked on Grant’s face. “That was an illustration of what I was talking about. I’ve loved this man for many years and explained to him countless times that fallen knights aren’t flawed. Yet here we are, and I have to listen to this drivel daily.”
“Alaric, listen to your mate and improve your communication skills,” Grant said, smirking at the Lich Sentinel.
“Why is he part of our family?” Alaric asked Chander.
“You already know the answer to that question, and despite your current attitude, you like him,” Chander replied.
“Only because he is a product of a spell cast by you,” Alaric argued.
“You guys are cute,” Grant said.
Grant was robbed of any response from the Lich Sentinel when Ellery called the meeting to order. It was a pity. Crossing words with Alaric and Chander was high on Grant’s list of fun things to do. They were both incredible people. Grant respected them highly and enjoyed bantering with both men. Although Grant had shared his matebond ceremony with the entire extended D’Vaire family, there remained a part of him in awe that he was counted among the distinguished group.
“Have we received confirmation from every group taking part in the parade?” Ellery asked, tearing Grant’s attention from his thoughts to the subject at hand. “The last thing I wish to have is chaos as we line everyone up on parade day.”
“All except one,” Kalthekor replied. “I was planning on following up with them today.”
“Who hasn’t confirmed?” Zane asked.
“The Virfenwyn tribe won a spot through the last contest hosted two weeks ago,” Kalthekor responded. “They have not responded to any communication from my office yet.”
“Do you wish me to follow up with them?” Ellery asked.
“It may be necessary. I cannot know if they are avoiding us because we are Valzadari or if our messages are not being relayed to the appropriate party,” Kalthekor said.
