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Trinity wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle so I slide deeper. We both groan at the sensation. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, mindful of my injury but desperate to hold me close.
"Don't stop," she pants against my mouth. "Please don't ever stop."
I growl, picking up pace as her words fuel the fire inside me. "Not stopping. Not ever." Each thrust punctuates my promise. I brace one hand beside her head, the other sliding beneath her hips to lift her slightly, letting me hit that spot inside that makes her walls clench around me.
When she tosses her head back, exposing her bruised throat, I can't help but lower my mouth to it—not to mark her further, but to heal with gentle kisses what that bastard tried to take from her.
"Mine," I whisper against her pulse point, feeling it race beneath my lips. "Only mine to touch. Only mine to please."
"Yes," she agrees, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. "Yours. Always yours."
Her hands slide down my back, nails digging in just enough to send shivers up my spine. The slight pain mixes with pleasure, heightening everything. I'm drowning in her—her scent, her sounds, the way her body trembles beneath mine.
I shift my weight, allowing me to slide a hand between our bodies. When my fingers find her clit, circling it with practiced precision, Trinity cries out, her back arching.
"That's it," I encourage, maintaining the rhythm of my hips while working her with my fingers. "Let me feel you come around my cock."
Her eyes flutter closed as tension builds in her body. I can feel it in the way her thighs tighten around me, the way her breath comes in shorter gasps.
"Look at me," I demand softly. When those green eyes open, hazy with desire but locked on mine, I nearly lose myself. "I want to see you when you come. Want to watch what I do to you."
Trinity's lips part on a silent cry as pleasure overtakes her. Her inner walls pulse around me, her body shuddering beneath mine. The sight of her—completely unguarded, completely mine—pushes me toward the edge.
"Fuck, Trinity," I groan, my rhythm faltering as I fight to hold back. "You feel so goddamn good."
She cups my face, pulling me down for a kiss that's both tender and desperate. "Come with me," she whispers against my lips. "Let go, Vael. I've got you."
Her words break something loose inside me. With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, my release tearing through me with an intensity that makes my vision blur. I growl her name against her throat as pleasure pulses through my body.
For long moments, we remain joined, our hearts racing against each other, our breath mingling in the small space between our mouths. I'm careful not to crush her with my weight, but I can't bear to separate from her yet.
When I finally find the strength to move, I roll to my side, bringing Trinity with me. She nestles against my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns through the light sheen of sweat on my skin.
"Trinity," I say, tilting her chin up so I can see her face. This moment feels monumental, like the world has shifted beneath us. "I want you to be my mate."
Her eyes widen slightly.
"Not because of our arrangement," I continue, needing her to understand. "Not for the twins. I want you to bemymate. I want to wake up to your smart mouth every morning. I want to argue with you and make up with you and build a life with you. Regardless of everything else, I want you. Forever."
She stares at me, those expressive eyes filling with tears.
"I never thought—" She stops, swallows hard. "I spent so long trying not to feel anything. Trying to be what men wanted without giving anything real of myself. And then the twins came and you—" Her voice breaks. "You showed me what family could be."
I brush a tear from her cheek with my thumb. "Is that a yes?" I ask, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Trinity smiles, and it's like watching the sun rise over Aerasak's mountains. "Yes," she says, pressing her palm to my chest, right over my heart. "I love being their mother in a way Inever expected. I love being here with you. I don't want to lose this—lose you."
I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair to hide the emotion threatening to overwhelm me. "You won't," I promise fiercely. "You're stuck with me now, little human. For life."
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Good," she whispers. "Because I love you, you stubborn demon. Every grumpy, protective, secretly sweet part of you."
28
VAEL
"Da-da-da-da!" Kaelin's voice rings through the house as I step through the door, her tiny fists pounding excitedly.
My chest swells with a feeling I'm still getting used to—pride, love, and something fiercely protective that makes my horns tingle. Three months since Trinity and I confessed our love, and I'm still blindsided by these moments.