Page 51 of Rotanev

“And what kind of currency would you like to exchange, Miss Mikos?”

Her lips curled. “Orgasms, Mister Rotanev.”

“Ah.” I pretended to think about it before tossing her onto the bed and crawling over her. “Well, fortunately, I’m well versed in that form of currency.”

“Then I accept your terms,” she whispered, her arms circling my neck.

“Good.” I licked her lower lip. “Then prepare to scream, darling siren. Because I’ve longed to hear you sing my name from our bed.”

I kissed her soundly.

Completely.

Thoroughly.

Reaffirming our vows in the place they should have begun.

I expected to feel a hint of regret, a touch of guilt, but all I could do was smile. Because this was the way we were meant to be, and I wouldn’t change a second of it for the world.

The best rewards were the ones we fought for, and Kailiani and I had fought harder than most. Which made us destined for one another.

Just as the cosmos had described.

Mates.

For the rest of time.