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CHAPTER 61

I don’t know when she arranged it, but it shouldn’t shock me.

I stare down at the grave right next to my parents’ plots, his name in bold text thanks to Tate. The portal had been ready when I woke up, and I stepped through to find this.

It’s a grave for my brother—a place to come to so I can pay my respects and remember him alongside my parents. I know he is buried in the field Zeev took us to, but this is a physical marker for him and my family, and I’m thankful for it.

We have been moving and fighting since his death, so I’ve barely had time to think of him. It still hurts all the time, though, and he’s always in the back of my mind. I wonder if he would be proud of me or if he would like everything we’ve done.

Seeing his grave causes tears to flow down my face. He’s gone. He’s really gone. I know that deep down, but staring at the last reminder has my heart splintering apart and pain ricocheting through me—pain I haven’t allowed myself to feel yet.

It overflows as I grieve for the brother I lost and the life I would have had.

I’m happy now, and I’ve found a new family, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the one I had, and somehow Tate knew that and knew I needed to come here.

“I’ll never forget you,” I promise him. “No matter who else becomes my brother, you will always be my little brother, and when the time comes, I’ll see you again. I promise.”

I fall to my knees, brushing some leaves aside before running my fingers over his name. “I miss you so much, but I’m trying to be happy and live for you and me. I hope you know that.”

Bowing my head, I let my tears fall to the ground, and where they hit, flowers seem to bloom. I don’t know how long I sit like that, happy memories of our time together running through my head until I feel magic.

I knew she would come for me, and I’m grateful for it as she takes my hand and squeezes, offering me her strength.

Turning, I bury my head in her shoulder. “I miss him so much.”

“I know,” she whispers, rubbing my back comfortingly as she speaks. “He’d be so proud of you, babe, so very proud of who you have become. You’re making the world a better place. Your brother loved you so very much. I’m sorry you had to lose him, but death is not the end. It’s just another beginning, and he will be waiting for you. Until then, he’d want you to be happy.”

“I know.” I lift my head, and she wipes my tears away. I look back at his grave. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Don’t be lonely while I’m gone.”

“I brought him this so he never will be.” She lays teddy on his grave along with a photo, one we took the other night. It’s of us after a meal, everyone smiling widely. “Now he has an entire family with him.”

“Thank you,” I croak as she helps me to my feet. I let her guide me away and back into our quarters, but I find them empty.

“They gave us some space,” she explains as she holds my hand. “Come on.”

When we get to the bathroom, there are flickering candles and a bath. She turns me and carefully strips off my clothes, kissing my skin as she goes. It sends a shiver through me. My pain is still there, but as she helps me into the water, gets in behind me, and starts to bathe me, she washes it away.

Leaning back into her, I let her take care of me before she turns me in her arms, kissing my forehead. “I am thankful for your brother, you know?”

“Why?”

“He brought me to you,” she replies, and I lift my head. She strokes my cheek with a soft smile on her lips.

“I always thought eyes were made to cry and lips were only meant to tell lies, but you taught me so much more. My lips were made to form promises of love to you, and my eyes were made to reflect yours. Before you, Fang, I was a warrior, nothing else, but you made me a lover. You gave me a home and a family, and I will spend the rest of our lives repaying that so you never hurt again.” She places a soft kiss on my lips. “I vow it to you and him. I’ll protect you, my love, until you can meet again. Grieve and cry, and I’ll be right here to wipe your tears away every time.”

I glance from her eyes to her lips, and I can’t resist. I kiss her, tasting my tears and her love, and when I pull back, her eyes are closed. “Thank you for coming that day, for saving me then and every day since. I think he knew on a deeper level I would need you. I like to think he knew what you would become to me.”

“What’s that?” Her words are soft as her stunning eyes open and lock me in place.

“My everything,” I respond before I crush my lips to hers again. I need her more in this moment than I’ve ever needed anything. I was alone for so long, looking after my little brother, and it took its toll. I wouldn’t trade those years for anything, but having her here, looking after me and loving me, is my undoing.

I love Tate, and I want to show her that. My cheeks heat when I think about the bag I have stashed in here, hoping she would use it on me.

Our kiss breaks as I turn and straddle her thigh. She leans her head back against the white tub, her heavy-lidded eyes watching me. The water laps at the tops of her incredible breasts, and her beautiful, scarred skin is on display as she watches me. I wiggle on her hard thigh, biting my lip.

“What is it?” she murmurs, running her eyes down my exposed body, and that hungry look I adore enters her eyes. I’m a being of lust, so I’m used to being wanted, but from her, it’s different. I can taste how much she wants me, but under that desire is a strong emotion I have never felt before—love.

I can feel her love.

“I bought us some things the other day. Will you use them on me?” I blurt out, feeling shy for once in my life.

“Things, huh? The sex shop Ronan mentioned?” My cheeks burn hot, and I slap my hands to my face to cool them down. Laughing, she leans up and captures my wrists, tugging them away as her dark eyes meet mine. “Show me what you want me to do to you, babe.”

Slipping from the bath, I hurry to pull the bag from the drawer and pick out the thing I wanted her to use on me the most. We have a long time to play with everything else, but I want Tate to fuck me. I want to be completely hers. Turning back, I step over to the bath hesitantly, and she offers me her hand as I step in and sink to my knees and offer her what I bought.

Her eyebrows rise as she takes it, but the heat in her gaze only grows as she takes in the strap-on. It’s the colour of skin and pretty big, but the tilt of her lips lets me know she likes it too.

“I want you inside me,” I admit. “Zeev spelled it so it will feel like you. I don’t know what he did, but he said it will become an extension of you.”

“Really?” That piques her interest, and she takes it from me as I sit back on my heels in the warm water and wait. “Well then, we better try it out, hadn’t we?”

Sliding the strap around her body, she deftly fastens it, and the length protrudes from her obscenely. A shudder goes through me and my thighs clench as I stare at her. I drag my tongue along my lips as I wait for her to move. I can sense her desire, which adds to my own, until I feel my own cream covering my thighs in anticipation.

Sliding through the water, she kneels before me, brushing her hands up my bent thighs, across my stomach, and then my nipples until I gasp. I sway into her touch as her fingers glide across my throat to my chin, and then she pulls me closer. I fall forward, the water splashing around me, but she catches me. Her lips press to mine. “I love that look you get in your eyes,” she murmurs against my skin as her hand slides down my side and teases my thigh before pulling them apart. “That look right there—a wild sort of desperation. It’s addictive. I can’t wait to see it while I fuck you.”

“Tate—” My words cut off as her hand cups my pussy, gripping it tightly, and I rock into it, biting my lip, but she frees my teeth and kisses me. I rock into her palm, needing more, and then her fingers stroke through my folds. She rubs my clit until I moan and then slips inside me, stretching me out. She fucks me with her fingers before pulling away, and I whine as she sits back.

“You’re dripping for me, babe. You want this a lot, don’t you?” she taunts as she gets to her feet. My head drops back so I can meet her gaze, and her fingers tangle in the wet ends of my pink hair as she smirks. “Look at you. Fucking hell, I was going to go slow and show you I love you, but not now.”

Her hand drops to the length attached to her, and her eyes widen. “That’s so fucking weird. He’s right. I can feel it. When I stroke it, it’s like stroking my own pussy. Remind me to thank him later. I wonder how it will feel when I bury it inside your tight, needy cunt.”

My cunt throbs as I beg wordlessly, my eyes big and needy.

“Please.” It slips free, and I feel her desire triple at my soft plea.

“Then get me nice and wet,” she orders as she stands before me with her hand on the strap-on, offering it to my mouth. “Make me drip so I can get inside your tight cunt and make you scream.”

I wrap my lips around the length, and she slides deeper into my mouth before pulling out with a grunt. “Fuck, it feels like your tongue is on my cunt,” she growls.

That gives me an idea. Shuffling closer, I grip the base of it and drag my tongue down the full length before going back to the tip. Her moan fills the air, and that only urges me on as I lick it. Her hips rock before she pulls back, her face flushed.

“Enough or I’ll come,” she says as she drops to her knees and backs me up so I sprawl in the seat of the tub. My hands fist in the water as she crawls up my body, one hand gripping and lifting my thigh until I wrap it around her hip. I feel the strap-on press to my entrance, teasing me, and I rock my hips without thinking as her lips meet mine again. I tangle my tongue with hers as I fist her short locks and drag her close, begging without words.

Her other hand slides down my body, rubbing my clit until I whimper in her mouth and try to slide myself onto her. Smirking into our kiss, she slides her hand up and pinches my nipple, and I fall back with a cry.

I’m so needy it hurts. My channel feels so empty. I need her to fuck me or I might just?—

My thoughts scatter as she thrusts inside me, burying that length deep as she stretches me. It hurts for a moment, but it soon turns into a hum of pleasure as my eyes open to see her own unfocused gaze, her lip trapped between her teeth.

“Fuck, fuck.” She pants as her eyes meet mine. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I can feel your tight cunt around me, even while it feels like I’m being fucked, like this is inside me as well.” She slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, and her groan matches my own.

Our eyes meet, and she laughs before I dive at her, silencing her with my lips as she moves. Pleasure rolls through us, but I don’t know what is mine and what is hers. I feed without thinking, but my entire focus is on her and the huge length impaling me. It feels soft and real, like it’s truly her inside me, and I love it. I lift my hips to meet hers as she speeds up. Her lips slide away from my mouth and down my throat, where she bites, and I cry out, clenching around her. She slides lower until her mouth wraps around my nipple, and she sucks. Pleasure zips to my throbbing clit, and I grip her hips, urging her on. The water splashes around us with our movements, but neither of us cares as she fucks me.

“Tate,” I beg, and her hips ram into mine, the force of it making me cry out. It feels so good, and it’s clear it does for her as well. I can taste her pleasure growing with each thrust, and she pants against my skin as she slides up until our sweaty foreheads press together. Our hands grip each other as we find a quick, deep rhythm that has us both crying out.

Pleasure flows between us so strongly, I practically glow from how full I am on it.

“Tate.” Her name is a moan, and she shudders, her hips speeding up. Her length spears me faster, taking me like no one else ever has.

Her touch is possessive and loving as she drives into me. “Baby,” she groans, and I know she’s close. I am too, I feel it deep inside me, growing like a wave heading to shore. When her lips find mine, it crashes across us, both of us crying out as we come.

We find our release together. My powers hold us together until pleasure is all we know. I can’t even feel my body anymore, but I still feel her soul, her kiss . . . my everything.

Eventually, we come down from the high, both of us weak and shocked.

She falls into my open arms, and I wrap them around her, even as I twitch and pant. I hold her close, pressing my lips to her wet hair as my eyes close, a blissful smile curling my lips. I float in the afterglow as we lie together in the cooling water, our bodies locked together.

“I love you, Tate,” I say truthfully, needing her to know. “I love you so much. I was made for sex and lust, but you turned me into a being of love. I need you to know that.”

She lazily lifts her head, smiling as she kisses me gently. “I love you too, Isabella, my beautiful girl, now until forever.”

Eventually, we break apart, and she takes the strap-on off, washing it before bathing us both and helping me out, since I’m still weak. She dries every inch of my skin before blow-drying my hair, plaiting it back, and leading me into her room.

We tumble into her bed, exhausted and sated, our skin still pruned from the water as our eyes meet. Our smiles disappear, and we crash together once more, our lips pressing together as our bodies move so not an inch of space exists between us.

I want this for a lifetime, and I’ll have it.