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“I never imagined it could, but point for you. One kid at a time not enough for you?” I was highly amused.

“If it takes twelve years, I wanted to put my next order in. Now if you’re done,” as he spoke he moved his hips and his thickness nudged me deep inside. He was ready to go again, and I shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d always been a demanding and tireless lover. Literally magical. “It takes months to prepare that potion, and I’d like to come inside of you as many times as possible while it’s active.”

“You sweet-talker, you.”

He just smiled and started moving me with his hands on my hips. I rode him like that, our eyes locked.

It was some time later and he was taking me from behind, holding both of my wrists while he pumped into me without holding back when there was a persistent knock on the door.

I didn’t hear what was said other than to know Dom was not happy about it, but he didn’t stop, didn’t so much as pause. It went on like that for long minutes until he finished us both.

“What was the knock?” I asked him after. He was pinning me to the bed facedown, both of us exhausted, or so I thought.

He was up again, turning me on my side, straddling one thigh, the other thrown over his shoulder as he shoved into me again, bottoming out and hitting the spot that made my toes curl with every stroke.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to have more kids if you fuck us both to death,” I remarked later.

He was sitting back against the headboard of his bed, my cheek on his chest as he stroked my hair. “It’s never enough with you. I could go again, to be honest. This was me holding back.”

He was affectively distracting me again, but I managed to ask, “What was the knock? It must have been important for them to knock on your bedroom door.”

I looked up at him and his face was an annoyed grimace. “Your boys are conscious and raising hell to see you. My phone is in the next room because I didn’t want to be interrupted, but they were obnoxious enough that my people thought I should be made aware. You should probably go talk to them. I have them in holding until they can be debriefed.”

I sat up, moving off the bed, but he stopped me with a hand, pulling me back for a long kiss before he let me go with a light pat on the ass.

Dom joined me in the shower and lathered up my body without a word. I thought that was the end of it, but he could in fact go another round. He had me up against the shower wall, my breasts in his hands as he took me from behind.

He gave me directions to the infirmary turned holding cell as we both got dressed. “I have some business to attend to, but I’ll join you there as soon as I can.”

I knew it was a risk, traveling through the druid property alone, but I did it anyway.

I’d always been a little too comfortable playing with fire.

Just ask anyone.

The bloody Grove caught me only one turn away from my destination.

My uncle was talking but I couldn’t hear him anymore, still trying to process what he’d already told me.

He was a loving uncle, we’d always been close, but he was not the type to coddle. He gave me every gory detail in as quick a deluge as he could. He knew I would find out one way or another, the rumor mill was too strong, and he knew it would hurt less coming from someone like him, who was suffering as he must have been at the loss of his beloved brother.

He was the Arch for all of Europe and had the countless responsibilities that entailed and still he’d flown to the States just to tell me in person.

The bullet points were stark but simple. The conflict was over but my parents were dead, the last casualties in decades’ worth of conflict. The last blood druid keep had been stormed and cleansed, but my parents’ heads were already mounted on spikes on the gates. They had died mere hours before we won the war.

The grief was impossible to bear, too much to hold on my own.

I fled as soon as I could, and my kin let me, knowing me well enough to give me space.

I was at the restaurant without even thinking, at my usual table waiting for her.

I must have been a sight because her sister saw me first, took one long look at me, and left. Jillian came in soon after, studied me, and just knew with a glance that something was wrong.

I looked at her like I was drowning as she took my hand without a word and led me back to her office. She sat us both on a couch side by side, and I let her lead me around with no resistance.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, patting my hand.

“It’s my parents,” was all I got out.