Nic kept thrusting, prolonging her climax until finally she felt him jerk and throb deep within her body.
With one last pull, she felt Duke pulse in her mouth and spill his own release down her throat.
Frozen together at that moment, she knew complete satisfaction.
And a fast-spreading lethargy.
As Nic slipped from her body, she allowed Duke to slide from her mouth.
Two pairs of hands lifted her, rearranged her on the bed between them. With her head pillowed on Duke’s chest and Nic curled around her back, she had no intention of ever letting fear keep her from her men again.
“You’re moving in tomorrow.” Duke’s voice rumbled through his chest and into her ear. “You belong here. Nic, tell her.”
“I already did.” Nic pressed a kiss to her nape then bit her as well. “I love you, sweetheart. And so does he, even though he might not always say it.”
“Hey, I can speak for myself.” Duke sounded slightly affronted but mostly amused. “I do love you, Ti. I always have.”
“And I love you. Both of you. Always.”
Epilogue
Kaine stopped just before the door into the attached rooms where John Simmons and his sister, Evie, had stayed.
Most of the boschetta were assembled there. Kaine knew it was going to take their combined skills and energy to pull off the mind wipe on the siblings.
In a few hours, John would wake and not remember her.
Kaine wondered if he wasn’t the lucky one.
He probably thought he was.
You really should go. Why do this to yourself?
Because she was an idiot, that’s why. A fool who’d fallen for a man who thought she was an animal.
A fool who needed to see him take this last step away from her.
With a deep breath, she moved just far enough into the doorway that she could see him.
He sat on the bed, one strong arm wrapped around his pretty, delicate little sister. He practically dwarfed her. At six foot one and a muscled one-eighty, John was the physical representation of his role in life. A Navy SEAL. Warrior. Protector.
An eteri who, before a few days ago, had had no idea there were people like her in the world.
And who didn’t want to know.
Damn him.
Her eyes stung and she blinked back tears, furious at her own weakness.
She didn’t need a man. Had never wanted one.
Why—
John’s eyes narrowed a split second before he looked straight at her.
He had the most beautiful green eyes she’d ever seen. A dark forest green ringed in topaz.
She sucked in a deep breath but couldn’t move, caught by his intensity and the sheer sexual draw of the man.
She wanted him. Had since she’d seen him in that holding cell, right before the blast had knocked her, in her wolf body, unconscious.
He’d been the one to carry her out, to save her.
And the first time he’d seen her in her skin, after he’d accidentally shot her, he’d looked at her like she was a monster.
Now she had no idea what he thought.
And she didn’t care. She couldn’t.
Whirling around, she ran for the door, tearing off clothes as she went. By the time she reached it, she was naked. In the next second, she’d shifted.
She stopped on the porch, shook herself, breathing in the scent of the winter forest all around them.
Trying to erase his scent.
Then she ran.