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I pulled away. “You’re having a fuckingbaby?”
“Weare having a fucking baby,” she corrected me.
My lips stretched in a grin. “And it’ll resemble us both?”
“Hopefully, it’ll just resemble you. But yeah, it should theoretically be a mixture of both of us.”
I dragged her into my arms and took her lips again, pulling away when I couldn’t stand it anymore. After tugging her shirt over her head, I tossed it to the ground near our feet. “You are everything I never dared dream for myself, and so fucking much more.”
Her shorts followed, and I kneeled in front of her, staring up at her.
Her knees shook a bit. “Right back at you, big guy.”
I snorted, and her lips stretched into a wide grin.
My chest was so warm I thought it might fucking burst.
I grabbed her by the ass, parting her legs and taking her weight as I dragged her core to my lips, kissing her until she fell apart in my arms.
When she was dripping wet, with dilated eyes, and was panting like she’d flown around the whole fucking world, I laid her down on her back and lowered myself over her.
“You are my everything,” I told her again, my voice rough and gravelly as I positioned myself against her slit. “And so fucking much more.”
Her eyes watered as I slid inside her.
The whole fucking world could’ve been staring at us as we made love on our mountain, but neither of us cared.
We were together.
We wereone.
And that was all that mattered.
Epilogue
North
My music playedloud enough to drown out the sounds of the men fighting outside. The northern wall of my bedroom was covered in wet paint; its newest mural was a gruesome picture of fire, hellhounds, and death.
That was all I saw.
Myself, burning.
Priel, burning.
All the hounds in this fucking world, burning.
And me, at the center of them.
It wasn’t any kind of future-sight, as far as I knew. I wasn’t some type of fucking oracle. My brain was just really damn twisted.
There was a knock at my door.
“I’m not hungry,” I snarled at whoever was there.
I felt bad for snarling, but not bad enough to chill. If they came in, they’d see the evidence of my dreams and nightmares all over the walls. Some of them knew that I painted, but most of them didn’t. I didn’t really care whether they knew or not, anyway.
There was a loud crack, and then my locked door swung open.
