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“I’m interested in seeing it later. Maybe even your dragon will find a few positions to try out.”

His gaze finally met hers again, and his pupils flashed a few times. “He’s not against the idea.”

She moved to straddle Trahern’s hips and pressed her hands to his chest. After leaning down to kiss him, she whispered, “For now, I have an idea about how to try it next.” She rubbed her pussy against his cock, and Trahern moaned. “If you’re up for it. Dragon-shifters are supposed to have more stamina, but if you need some time to recover…”

His fingers tickled her side, and she laughed. He flipped her under him again, kissed her, and then murmured, “You know how I become fixated on things. I think making love with you will be my new favorite one.”

She touched his cheek. “Making love, huh?”

“Yes. I love you, Grace. And I always will.”

Grace expected skepticism to course through her, but the tender look in his eyes, complete with flashing pupils, and the way he then kissed her slowly, as if she were the most treasured thing in the world, made her realize she believed him. “I’m glad you mated me, Trahern. I love you, and I look forward to growing old with you and our boys.”

“You three are my family, Grace. And I will always take care of you.”

“Kiss me, Trahern. For now, just kiss me.”

And so he did, before claiming her over and over again until Grace fell asleep in the arms of the man she loved, looking forward to a future she never would’ve imagined having until coming to Stonefire.

Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Trahern cradled his baby daughter in his lap as he watched Eli and Eddie play cricket with some of the other children on Stonefire. They were on the same team as Jasper and Theo—Dawn and Blake’s twin sons—and struggled against the opposing team’s bowler, Lucy Hartley-Gray.

Every time Lucy threw—or bowled—the ball, the boys were a half-second too late in swinging to make contact.

He’d tried to teach them how to time their swings. But seven-year-old boys weren’t as interested in physics and mathematical equations as he was.

His daughter, Ceri, squirmed, and he focused on her. She was nearly a year old now and had been frustrated she couldn’t play with her brothers.

However, Grace said Ceri was a “daddy’s girl,” meaning she would calm down for him and no one else. So he’d taken her and described the physics of hitting a ball as she sucked her thumb and stared at him.

By the time he’d finished, the game was over. Lucy’s team had won, and even though Eddie and Eli shook hands like gentlemen, they dragged their feet, their pupils flashing, and muttered as they approached Grace and Dawn’s table for drinks and snacks.

Trahern stood, holding Ceri against his chest with her facing out—she was curious about everything, and Trahern thought she might end up a doctor or scientist like him—and headed over to his family. While he wished Emily hadn’t returned to Clan Seahaven last week with her mate since Grace and the boys had gotten along with her and her sons, he understood her home was in Scotland and not here.

At least he liked Emily’s mate, so he didn’t have to worry about her.

His dragon spoke up.Emily is happy, as are we. She invited us up to Seahaven for the holidays.

I know. But she’s like my sister, and Grace likes her too. Distance makes it difficult to establish times with Emily, her boys, and her mate.

But we have lots of friends, both here and in Wales, as well as with many of Antony Holbrook’s team.

It was still strange for him to accept that fact, given his childhood.

However, as Grace caught his eye and beamed at him, he forgot about everything but his mate and children. As soon as he reached the table, Eli sighed and said, “Please don’t go over more equations, Dad. I know my swing is off, but right now, I just want to avoid Lucy and her team.”

He nodded over his son’s shoulder. “They’re right there. And Lucy isn’t arrogant. If you ask her, she’ll teach you better than I can.”

Eddie slapped his brother’s shoulder—even older, they were nearly identical, except Eddie kept his curly hair short and Eliliked it longer and braided into rows by his mother—and said, “You want to avoid her because you fancy her.”

“I don’t fancy her!”

“You do.”

Sensing they would keep arguing, he merely stated, “It takes a strong person to ask for help, I know. But will you benefit more from being stubborn, or by finding a way to improve something, no matter how difficult it is?”