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And though that man was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, his mate, Fionna, was as equally stunning. Everyone I had grown to love here was—Rez, Ember, Zoey, Queen Kennedy and her two adorable hellion twins, Nic, Torin, Ryker, andevery oneof the Dark Dwellers… holy shit. I kept teasing Croygen that if I wasn’t mated to him, I’d be making a home at the dweller ranch.
Every time I told him that, the harder and kinkier he would fuck me that night. You’d think he’d put two and two together by now… I was doing it purposely for that outcome.
“You don’t think I know.” His deep voice growled in the back of my ear, his arms coming around me at the rail, locking me in.
Sucking in, desire shivered through me, capturing my breath. My body’s response to him wasn’t letting up like you’d think after six months of being together nonstop. It cranked up higher and hotter. I was so fucking addicted to him, so in love with him, I almost didn’t recognize myself.
It excited me that this mated connection always made us feel vibrant and new, like I couldn’t think of anything else until he was inside me. The need was so intense it blurred my vision.
“I know you, Kitty-Kat.” He leaned in, nipping at my ear, his cock pressing against my ass. “But I’m fine playing your game.” His nose dragged down the curve of my neck.
“Croygen…” I moaned, between a whimper and a warning.
“The moment we’re out to sea, I’m tying you to the helm and fucking you against it.”
Sucking in sharply, I felt him kiss my neck before stepping back, favoring his one leg. He didn’t talk about it much, but I knew the wound from the necromancer’s blade still ached. A permanent scar from their poisoned weapon of death. As if the kiss of the steel had branded him, marked him as theirs later. They would have to deal with me if they ever wanted to claim the rest. It would be a fight to the death. And I’d use every one of the necromancers to protect him.
“Captain… I mean Captains.” Scot emphasized the last part, twisting me around to see him. It was going to be a work in progress to figure out how this would operate between us. Two stubborn hot-heads in control. This might be a disaster.
“Everything is loaded, and Tsai is set to sail,” Scot reported.
“Thanks.” Croygen’s head turned back to the dock. Rez, Zoey, Ryker, Wyatt, AB, Cooper, and Matty were all there to say goodbye. My throat thickened, already missing the family I had grown to love. Rez, Zoey, and I probably bonded the most, all of us clicking like we had known each other for years. And the shit we gave Croygen together was always fun. His daughter and he had a unique relationship, more friends than anything, but I saw the deep love and respect between them. One night at Christmas, the two of them sat away from everyone else and talked. Really talked. Still trying to figure out what role they played in each other’s lives. It wasn’t roses and rainbows, but I think they both walked away feeling in a much better place. I know there wasn’t anything Croygen wouldn’t do for her.
With me, there were also some bumps along the way, the slip of Lexie’s name instead of mine, a memory of Lexie and Croygen together. But I knew they cared about me. And Lexie became more like a family member I never got to meet but thought I would have adored. She sounded feisty as hell and gave it back to Croygen.
Waving at them, I bit down on my lip, trying not to cry.
“We’ll be back.” Croygen kissed my head, his hand rubbing my back. “Roots and sails.”
“Roots and sails.” I repeated our new mantra. We made a pact that every five to six months, no matter what, we’d return. I doubted we’d make it that long. Wyatt was growing too fast, and honestly, I loved having a big, crazy family.
Christmas was so much fun; Sprig passed out in the mashed potatoes doing snow angels while singing about saint honey tits. One drunk and naked pixie named Cal tried to swim in the butter while the serious pixie, Simmons, kept skidding off the table every time he tried to land using his mechanical wings. It was chaotic, crazy, and I think I was drunk for three days. Don’t playI neverwith Dark Dwellers and demons.
It reminded me of the time on the ship when I was young, before everything got twisted up. The family I had been aching for, I had—and more.
Ty and Cane untied us, pushing us out as Tsai reversed us into the bay, Zid and Vane pulling up a few of our sails.
“Look up.” Croygen nudged me to peer up high up the mast where the Jolly Roger snapped and waved.
“Oh my gods.” A smile took over my face, seeing the new skull with a pirate hat and patch over its eye. Below it was a pair of tall boots and the monikerPuss and the Piratescrolled across. “Croygen…” My eyes watered up again. Seeing that hit hard. He was making sure I knew this was our ship, our home.
We were in this together.
“And as I promised.” He waved Vane over, who held up a pair of tall, heeled boots, almost an exact replica of what I had before. But these were even sexier than the other ones.
“Got these specially made for you in Spain.” Vane winked at me, handing them over. “The best craftsmanship and leather you will find anywhere.”
“These are gorgeous.” I gasped over them, petting the leather like it was sacred.
“Of course they are. He put me in charge of getting them.” Vane flipped them over in my palm, showcasing the bottom of the boots. “Specifically crafted for our captain.” Two daggers were embedded in the heels.
“Oh my gods… thank you so much.” I almost choked over my words, my gratitude overwhelming me. Croygen’s crew had accepted me with no pushback. That wasn’t easy, I know. And they adjusted to Cane and Ty being part of the crew with more ease than I was expecting.
Though I knew both these gifts were all Croygen. Looking up at him, I hugged the boots to me, letting him feel my emotions.
“Don’t think you won’t be wearingonlythose later, when I bend you over the wheel,” he growled into my ear, hardening my nipples instantly.
I would make sure he felt every ounce of my appreciation.
