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Severin and his family loved him, even though he’d botched things with them at the beginning.

Jack loved him, understanding him the way only another rejected, abused being could.

Shivering in his dripping, lonely kennel, he never would have dreamt that one night his husband would sing as he washed dishes. Their wife would doze with a book in her lap. Their sweet daughter would sleep contentedly in his arms, her little fingers tangled in his hair.

After almost thirty years on Earth, Loïc would finally become a real person, with a real life—with people who honestly loved him. They would know about all of it, and help him learn to be human, and even go with him to therapy.

I wasn’t a stupid boy, after all.

I was worthy of love, even when my behavior was unacceptable.

They spoiled me. I spoiled them back, the best I knew how.

This family we’d built together was warm and savory, like the stew we’d made together tonight when the air had turned crisp. Our love was bright and strong. It was a thing of wonder.

I inhaled the apple scent of Jasper’s soft, rosy cheeks. The sleeping weight of her was a balm on my soul’s healing wounds.

Our new house in Prague was complete. It had no cage in the basement. We’d disassembled the cage in our American house, too, and it would soon be carted away.

The specter of Martine still appeared to me from time to time, but now she said nothing—only pursed her lips in distaste before evaporating into the ether.

Carefully, I deposited our toddler daughter in her child-sized bed, backing away as carefully as a professional bomb technician. She wasn’t a big fan of sleeping alone, but her parents needed time together.

I’d suggested to Valor that they start without me, and when I slipped into our bedroom, he already had Tarryn tied to the bed, and his face between her legs. He must have been at it for a while because she gasped and wriggled against his mouth, and tugged fruitlessly at her bonds.

“Sir, please,” she begged with quiet desperation. “I need you.”

“My mouth isn’t good enough?” He licked her again, and she whined. “How did you go from snoozing on the couch to desperate in less than ten minutes?”

“Your tongue has always been my undoing, Sir.” Her hips had come up off the bed, trying to control what he was offering.

He slapped her pussy. “Behave.”

She groaned in frustration. “You’re so evil.”

“You like us evil.” When Valor spotted me, he rose and gestured for me to take his place.

“No, no, no—” Tarryn complained. “Come back! I’ll be good, Sir. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

As I neared the bed, I realized she was blindfolded.

“Am I not good enough for you anymore?” I crawled onto the bed.

“Loïc, thank fuck. I thought he was just going to keep teasing me.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“You’re the nice one!”

My chuckle didn’t sound very nice. “We need you good and ready for what we’re planning.”

She groaned. “Is it DP? I bet it’s DP. I hope there’s lube in the house.”

I licked her, and she whined in frustration—one of my favorite sounds in the world.

“Close, but no.” Valor sat on the bed beside her and toyed with her nipples. They looked very different without their piercings, which she took out every time she fed Jasper.

“Valor Davenport, those still belong to the baby.”

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