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“You have marked me,” I say.

“And you have marked me, too.” His lips tug up in a sinful smirk that makes me blush. I should not be shy after all we have shared yet, today, I see him anew.

I have coveted him for many years. The boy who teased me when I was a child and who grew into the man I fantasized about.

It doesn’t quite seem possible, but he is now mine.

My body accepts what has been done, yet my mind is playing catch up.

“Are you blushing, Freya?” He strokes his fingers down my cheek. “After the demands you made of me these last few days, one wouldn’t think you had a bit of shyness in you. But I like it. I like everything about you.”

I swallow past the sudden tightness in my throat. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

He makes a scoffing noise. “What nonsense is that?”

“I could barely speak to you,” I say, lowering my lashes and remembering a few years ago when he visited.

“Hey!” He tips my chin and holds my eyes before lowering his lips to mine for a chaste kiss. “I noticed you. I fucking noticed you a lot. But you seemed so young. I wanted to give you time, and then there was the war, and I knew I had a duty there. And how could I claim you and then leave a few days later? And what if I never came back?”

“Don’t speak like that,” I say.

“You were not ready for me two years ago. And I had a commitment that could not be escaped. Much has changed in the war over the last two years, and the Blighten hordes have been pushed back in many places. Challenges lie ahead, but I also hope we are venturing into an era of greater peace.”

“I hope so,” I say.

A sound on the other side of the room draws my attention. Lor is pouring a steaming pot of water into a copper bath, making a loud splash. He dips his fingers in. I’m not looking at what he’s doing with the bath. I’m looking at him, the huge, naked alpha, and now I am blushing again.

“Our mate is filthy,” Lor says, nodding at me. “We are all fucking filthy. But the lass can have the water first.”

“Our master has spoken,” Aston says with a smirk. He scoops me up and rises from the bed with me in his arms. The blankets drop away.

Lor was speaking true. I am filthy and crusted in the most unpleasant way.

Aston strides for the copper bath, which I realize is already full. Goodness, how did I sleep through him filling it?

I’m lowered into blissfully warm water.

“I could walk, you know.”

“So you could,” Aston says, reaching for the soap and cloth. “But I like to carry you. You weigh next to nothing. Although I happen you will be putting on a bit of weight soon.” He winks at me.

“We can’t know yet.”

“Your scent,” Lor says, drawing my eyes to him and his naked body. His cock hangs long and heavy against his thigh.

How did that fit? I snatch my eyes away when I finally notice his smug grin.

“It is all yours, little one. Although I admit, it is a little worse for wear. You’re a demanding little thing when in the throes of your heat.”

I cannot blame all of it on my heat.

Aston washes me, and then Lor dries me and carries me to the table, where he sits me on his lap and feeds me from his hand.

“I can sit on my own seat,” I say.

He pauses. “Do you not like it here?”

“Fine, I like it here,” I admit.

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