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His chuckle warmed my heart, even if it held a note of relief that I’d forgiven him. “Okay, little dove.” Then he took my face in his hands. He looked at me as if I were a falling star he’d found lying on the ground. Awe and love reflected back from his sterling silver eyes. Tucking me into his side, we faced the others, Ongahri I hadn’t even paid attention to who stood watching us, some with smiles, others with indifference.
“We’ll set camp here for the time being. My mate needs to rest.”
Two men pushed their way to us, and I felt Lucius tense.
“Sierra, thank Ongar. Are you hurt?” Fadon barreled over, Ander at his side. The two Trajans looked ready to do battle.
Ignoring Lucius, Ander pulled me to him and hugged me. “Woman, you scared us to death. Don’t ever do that again!” He kissed the top of my head, and strong hands grabbed me by the waist, turning me around only to bump into a hard chest that smelled of hickory with a hint of cloves, like his sister’s scent.
“Meleera.” One large hand cupped my jaw and tilted it up. Black eyes full of night gazed down at me. “Answer me. Are you hurt?”
“No—no. Just cold and hungry.” The pull I had toward him was as strong as ever, but a throat cleared behind me, and through the bond I felt another pull. Two, in fact.
Lucius and, now, my new mate, Demos.
Thankfully, the large group of men had dispersed, leaving just my new inner circle, which included, oddly enough, Phobius.
The tension was palpable as Fadon released me, and for a minute I didn’t know which person to go to.
Whomever growled the loudest?
“Unbelievable.” Phobius’ dry laugh was echoed by Ander, who winked at me as if he knew my dilemma and found it funny.
Ander held out a hand, which I gratefully accepted. “Come on, Miss Popular, let’s find you some shoes and warmer clothes.” He marched forward before anyone could steal me away. Brave man.
Gods, two True Alphas and an owl-shifting Seraph… what had I gotten myself into?
We had just finished a supper of wild boar, which the Ortega Tribe had hunted down after an hour of our settling camp. The meat was something I’d never had before, and I had to admit, it was the best thing I’d eaten in years.
Content, full, and more importantly, warm, my eyelids drooped, struggling to remain open. We were in Lucius’ tent, and I was currently leaning on Demos, who sat glued to me on a pile of furs on the tent floor.
Phobius, Ander, Fadon, and Lucius were in deep conversation about what our next plan was. I was so beyond exhausted I had stopped trying to keep up hours ago.
“Melos, let me take you somewhere so you can sleep.” Demos petted my hair, and I practically purred. “Trust me. They will still be at it for hours yet.”
I agreed with him. If it wasn’t Lucius arguing one point, then it was Fadon, followed by Phobius. The three of them created a tornado of words and commands and accusations, but nothing had devolved into insults or personal attacks. Yet.
I mumbled a “yes,” and Demos carried me out of the tent. Snow had started falling not too long after the tents had been set up, and the fluffy white mass dampened all sound the further we went away from Lucius’ tent.
The Ongahri had set up camp to resemble a circle, and in the middle, a huge fire still burned. Tents wrapped around it, and not too far outside of that, the horses were kept.
The tent Demos brought me to now was a quarter of the size of the one we’d left but was still cozy inside. He laid me down on a pile of soft bedding and squatted down to light a small camp lantern, just enough to make out the shape of things around us. Just enough for me to watch him remove his cloak, his tunic, and boots. His golden skin looked like warm silk, the tattoos a study in arcane beauty.
Fatigue forgotten, I reached out a hand and touched his calf. I ran my hand up and down in slow, hard strokes. I heard him grunt, a sound I’d never heard come from him before.
When his fingers went to the top of his breeches, I sat up and pulled my thick cotton gown over my head and tossed it beside me. My body was hot, filled with need, filled with desire.
He came to me then, leaning over me, so warm, and quite naked. I felt his cock against my inner thigh, and I raked my fingers through his blond hair, pulling him to my mouth. He tasted like honey, and I moaned. He kissed me like he was starved.
Gods, the man could kiss.
Lost in a dance of tongues and lips, he forced my legs apart and speared through me. I gasped at such sweet pressure, such fullness. He swallowed my gasp, his pelvis pressed skin to skin with mine. Yet he didn’t move.
“Melos, you have no idea how—” he pulled back, then slammed home “—much I imagined this.”
“I love you, Demos. Forever.” Our breaths were hot between us, creating their own steam. His hands were everywhere, and my mouth couldn’t stop kissing him—his lips, his cheeks, his chin and neck. He rode me hard and so deliciously deep, and the sounds of our pleasure cocooned us. I couldn’t count how many times I’d reached that glorious peak of carnal bliss. Demos was insatiable. I was his treasure he sought, his thirst to quench, his prey to catch. Before, Demos had always been gentle, keeping a part of himself from me, even during those long days and nights during my first heat.
But now he gave me all of him, and each touch, each slide of his hard length inside me was enough to bring down the stars and moon. All of him was unbound and given to me, and I prayed he could feel me do the same.
