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twenty-one

CAMERON

After we left the island, we spent a few days at my parents’ place. They did in fact love my mate even more than they loved me. Molly and my mother were partners in crime before the first day ended, which told me I should dread the coming years.

I didn’t, though.

I looked forward to them, as much as that would’ve surprised my past self.

After three days at her grandmother’s house—who was my new partner in crime—and a small, intimate outdoor wedding, we made our way home.

The apartment we had shared was already occupied by another compatible mate, but that wasn’t home.

Home was wherever Molly was.

The Society had moved her things to a home I owned near my parents’ favorite house. It wasn’t a secret that we’d be taking over for them after the next vote, which would take place in six months. We had six months to learn everything we needed to—and Molly was surprisingly excited about it.

I chalked that up to her being pissed about the way she’d been thrown out of that plane.

I opened the beach house’s double doors for Molly, making sure there was space for her wings before she stepped through. She kept bumping them into things, and they were so sensitive that it hurt badly. So, that had become my task.

I enjoyed it tremendously.

Particularly because it gave me the chance to brush my fingers over them frequently, which always made her shiver.

I hadn’t had the chance to play with them the way I wanted to yet, but we had time.

All the time in the world.

Molly looked around the furnished home, nodding her head as she checked it out. She wasn’t one who enjoyed decorating, but I knew what she liked, and I’d made sure it would satisfy her long before we moved there.

“It’s beautiful,” she admitted, walking out onto the balcony after the tour was over. “And look, it comes with sand.”

I grinned, tucking an arm around her waist and plopping a kiss on her forehead. “Your favorite.”

It wasn’t where I wanted my mouth, after a week of stolen moments and quiet sex in other people’s homes, but I’d still take it.

“It would be a shame to separate me from it,” she agreed.

“The biggest of shames.”

Turning, she wrapped her arms around me. “You’re a good man, Cam. I’m glad you fought for me on the island.”

“Careful, or you’ll make me hard with your compliments,” I murmured into her hair, earning another soft laugh.

“Who said I didn’t want you hard?”

“The uncertainty on your face told me plenty, Lollipop.”

Her humor faded.

“I’m not uncertain. I want you. I love you. I’m just still adjusting. I’m excited for the future, but I still don’t even feel like this new body is mine , you know?”

I made a noise of agreement. “I think I can help with that?”

“Really? How?” The hope in her eyes was enough to make me pause and kiss her, tangling my fingers in the long strands of hair I enjoyed teasing so much.

She kissed me back without protest as I walked her backward, until we were in the nearest bathroom. I had to block her wings from hitting the doorway twice, but the scent of her desire grew thicker in response both times.

Inside, I finally released her mouth and turned her around slowly, protecting her wings once more.

“What are you doing?” The curiosity in her gaze was almost as sexy as the swell of her lips, red from my attention.

“Showing you how perfect you are. Stand still.”

I peeled her sunshine sweater, altered to fit her wings, down her arms and to the ground.

Her soft, gray bra followed.

I gave myself a moment to play with her breasts before sliding her shorts and panties down her thighs, exposing her whole, beautiful body to me.

She was stronger than she had been before the change.

Her curves were more pronounced, though that was mainly because of how much I’d been feeding her. I’d always loved cooking for her, but after watching her starve on the island, I loved making sure she was getting enough to eat.

And framing her stunning body, were the golden wings that marked her as fae.

And as mine.

“Look at this gorgeous, smooth skin,” I murmured into her ear, slowly trailing my hand up her soft, bare abdomen.

Her face reddened, just slightly.

The scent of her desire was impossible to ignore.

“These perfect breasts.” I finally let myself take the handfuls I wanted, and ran my thumbs over her tight nipples. She rocked her ass lightly against my erection, and set her hands on the bathroom countertop to steady herself.

“I’m going to touch you now, Lollipop,” I said against her ear.

She took an unsteady breath in.

“When you watch yourself climax, I need you to remember one thing.”

“Okay,” she whispered, gripping the counter tightly. “What?”

“That I love you, you love me, and we’re going to figure out everything, together. For the rest of our eternity.”

She nodded, her eyes shining with emotion.

And as I touched her body, bringing her to orgasm, I reminded her over and over that I loved her.

That she loved me, too.

And that we were going to be a team, forever.