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Epilogue

Darby

I don’t feel good. Knowing what I need to make me feel better, I cut my appointment short. As I clean up my client, I apologize, pull my gloves off, and escort them to the receptionist's desk.

As soon as they leave, I lock the door, flipping the be back soon sign, and march across the street. It’s just after the lunch rush, and I know where I can find Arek.

Heading straight to the back, I push his office door open, slamming it closed behind me.

“I’m going to have to call you back,” Arek says, hanging up the phone before whoever he was talking to can respond.

Crossing his office, I start stripping out of my clothes. Arek knows what I am here for and begins removing his clothing. As soon as I reach him, Arek lifts me, setting my ass on the desk.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, swiping a finger through my folds.

“Fuck me,” I respond.

Slamming into me, I call out as both pleasure and pain fill my senses. My head falls back and Arek nibbles up my neck as his hips piston. My climax is quickly approaching, my body already primed before I even walked through the restaurant’s door.

Things fall off the desk, making thudding noises as they hit the floor, breaking glass among them, but we don’t stop. We both moan in ecstasy, our climaxes reaching their peak.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Arrreeekkk,” I call out as my pussy spasms around him. I can feel his knot swell, knowing what to look for now, and it drags out my pleasure as it rubs against my G-spot.

“Arrrggghhh!” Arek yells as his hips stutter and then slow, before stopping altogether. He sits in his chair, taking me with him, so I straddle his waist.

Over the past three weeks, I have learned the triggers that let my body know when I need him. Arek told me that, had I been born a shifter, it would be referred to as a heat cycle. He slept on the couch that night.

The triplets have become great sources of information, and we have also become close, almost as close as Dayton and I are.

Speaking of Dayton, she and the babies are doing great. Kyle is surprised that their daughter is showing signs of being an alpha, whereas the boys aren’t.

Dad is talking about leaving my mom and moving here to Padston once he retires. He still has about five years to go, but he wants to be closer to his grandkids.

Fiora has settled in nicely. Tavan and Brady have hired an architect, someone Rodney knows.

She is taking online classes to complete her veterinary degree.

We sat down together and she called Michael.

He assured her that no one was pressing charges regarding the barn fire, chalking it up to a lantern or something getting knocked over.

Hearing the incident was ruled an accident and no charges were being filed, Fiora seemed to relax.

Michael didn’t understand her having two men in her bed, but assured Fiora that no matter what, she was still his sister and he would love her regardless.

Oh, he also told her that the day of Dylan and Sally Jo’s wedding, Dylan caught her bent over a table, wedding gown pushed up over her ass, getting railed by one of the groomsmen.

Rumors are flying around town about the real reason he left the church.

Some speculation is that he is still in love with Fiora, pining for her to come back to him.

When she relayed that story to me, over a bottle of tequila, I laughed so hard, I snorted, causing the tequila to come out of my nose.