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LAUNA

I was legitimately shaking when the boat finally brought us back to the Survival island for the last time. My body trembled with the weight of my fear, no matter how hard I fought it.

Nate offered his arm to steady me, but I shook my head, shoving my hands in the stretchy pockets on my bike shorts. I didn’t want to watch them quiver all the way to the last council.

We hiked all the way there in silence. The last guys were already waiting, having just recently finished their final vote.

I pled with the universe to let it be Kyle as we walked, repeating the words over and over again.

Please let him be here.

Please let him be here.

Please let him be here.

When we finally walked up the three stairs leading to the platform, and stepped into view of the remaining contestants, my entire body relaxed.

He was there.

Our eyes met immediately, and he grinned at me.

I didn’t have it in me to smile back, but I finally started breathing normally again.

We’d made it.

We’d done it.

We survived.

Now, all there was left was to live our lives together.

The final moments of the game passed by in a blur.

Reid and Nate said a few words. Kyle told me he loved me again, much to Reid’s shock.

I chose him, and he lifted my hand up, whooping the way he always did when he won a challenge.

I laughed.

We kissed.

And finally, it was over.

Kyle scooped me up and carried me away from the council area, his bare feet on the sand as he headed toward the private plane that waited for us.

The showrunner stepped into pace with him and offered us a few weeks at a vacation home, but Kyle’s sister, Kenna, was getting married in a week and a half.

So, we’d take our vacation later.

There was life to live first.

All of the fae contestants would be traveling back home together, so they all piled into the plane after us. Kyle and I would need to have a lot of sex while I was adjusting to the change after sealing the bond, so we couldn’t make things official until after the ride back home.

We snuggled in a chair together through the flight to Kyle’s place. No one seemed angry with us, but they tried to give us privacy, and didn’t really start conversations with us.

We were quiet through most of the flight.

The fact that we’d survived and won the game together was still setting in, and it felt insanely surreal.

He hadn’t been home in six months, so I wasn’t sure how he was feeling about that. It seemed like too private of a question in a plane full of other people, so I didn’t ask.

As weird as the situation was for me, I knew it had to be weirder after six entire months playing a game with the men around us. He’d only had a few days off between each season. That had to do a number to a person’s—or fae’s—mind.

Both of us dozed on and off through the long flight back, and when the plane finally landed, I saw the relief in everyone’s eyes.

We were all done.

The guys all said their goodbyes after we got off the plane. Some of them traded bro-hugs, and I noticed that everyone except Travis hugged Kyle.

A few of them nodded at me, grinned at me, or congratulated me for the way I’d played them. I smiled and thanked them, still blushing but no longer actively avoiding them.

When the goodbyes were over, Kyle put an arm over my shoulders and pulled me to his side. We walked together to the armored vehicle the Society had provided, and slipped into the back one after another.

I watched the scenery all the way to his house, leaning against his side as we drove. There was a divider between us and the driver, so we couldn’t see them, and they couldn’t see us.

Kyle’s hand cupped one of my breasts partway through the drive.

The touch was nice, and made me itch even more to get out of my sandy Survival clothing. It would’ve felt much better if I was naked.

He slowly dragged his thumb over my nipple, and I bit my lip as we flew down the beachside highway.

Desire pooled between my thighs as he continued touching me.

Teasing me.

Making me want him.

I set my hand over his erection when I was too horny to think straight, and his chest rumbled lightly for me.

I gripped him through his shorts, and he kissed the side of my neck, sucking lightly.

“When we get home, I want you sprawled out on my kitchen counter, naked,” he murmured, low enough that the driver wouldn’t hear.

“What are you going to do to me?” I stroked his cock lightly, over his shorts.

“First, I’m going to take you hard and fast. Make you mine. When the bond’s started and you’ve gotten your wings, I’ll take my time with you. Open your legs up and lick our pleasure off your pretty little cunt. Watch you come on my fingers. Taste you on my tongue some more.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“When you feel so good you can’t think straight, I’ll roll you onto your stomach and take you from behind.”

“Fast and hard again?”

“No, Beautiful. I want you slow, so I know you can feel every fucking inch of me rubbing over every gorgeous part of your channel. When we finally leave the kitchen, you’ll know I’ve claimed you so completely that I’m never letting go.”

I could’ve climaxed there and then, if he touched my clit just a little.

But, he didn’t.

He just kept playing with my breasts and sucking on my neck until the driver finally made it through the gates and parked in front of his house.

Everything was a blur as Kyle thanked the driver and walked me up to the double doors, the back of my body pressed to the front of his. I was so wet between my thighs, I felt my desire drip down the inside of my leg.

He typed a code into a keypad, unlocking it.

We didn’t make it to the kitchen, though.

As soon as they were closed behind us, Kyle had me pinned to one of the doors, his mouth taking mine in a deliciously brutal kiss. It didn’t feel like kissing—it felt like making love.

“I need you now,” he growled against my swollen lips, when he finally pulled back for air. He was already pushing my shorts and swim bottoms down, knowing I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

Kyle recaptured my mouth, and kissed me as I stepped out of my shorts and bottoms.

As he shoved his own to the ground.

As he ripped my t-shirt down the middle, and tore the bikini top I never wanted to see again.

One of his hands squeezed my breast.

The other grabbed my ass.

I hooked a leg around his hip and lined him up with my entrance, done waiting for him. He’d said now , and I’d been ready before we were both naked.

When I arched to take him inside me, he moved with me.

I gasped at the sudden feeling of his entire cock filling me.

“You feel so good,” I breathed.

“I’ve got nothing on you.” He pushed in a little deeper, and I moaned.

“I’m not going to last.”

“You’re not finishing until you’re mine, Beautiful.”

He grabbed my other leg, hauling me higher and changing the angle. I sucked in a breath at the sudden change in position.

“I’m yours, Kyle,” I whispered.

The words still felt like magic.

“Louder.” His command was strained. His wings unfurled behind him, his horns spiraling off his head.

“I’m yours!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the massive house I hadn’t even seen yet.

“And I’m yours, for the rest of our eternity.” His words came out a growl, and lightning raced down my spine.

I screamed at the sudden burst of pain and pleasure, the most intense orgasm of my life taking hold of me.

My body rocked and arched and moved.

A new weight settled on my back—it had to be my wings.

My pleasure was so all-consuming that I barely felt them.

My eyes were locked with Kyle’s as we came down from our high together. Though the magic between us was fading slightly, there was no denying that something had changed.

We were connected, now.

Permanently.

“I really hope you don’t regret this,” I whispered, unable to help myself.

Fire blazed to life in his eyes. “You saved my life, Beautiful. I don’t regret a damn thing, and I never will. Do you regret it?”

“Of course not.”

“Then don’t suggest that I do. We’re mates, Launa. For better or worse, for the rest of our lives and long after we’re gone.” He kissed me again, slowly.

Softly.

Sweetly.

It made my chest ache, and felt like something straight out of a romance book.

“Okay,” I said.

“Now, I want to keep this going…” he adjusted his grip on my ass and thighs. “But we need showers and food. What do you think about making a stop in the kitchen, then heading straight for the tub?”

After the glorious bath we’d shared at the spa, I’d never say no to bathing with him. We’d rinsed off in the shower first, so I assumed we’d do the same.

“Sounds amazing.”

“Good.” He kissed me again, then carried me into the kitchen, his cock still buried inside me. “You look damn good with wings, for the record.”

I’d forgotten about the wings.

“Can I take a bath with them?” I asked.

“Assuming you straddle me.”

The wickedness in his eyes made me certain that had been his plan from the beginning.

I smiled. “I can probably handle that.”

He grinned, and gave me one last kiss before he opened up the fridge.

The kitchen was modern, with gorgeous black cabinets and gray countertops. The walls were a crisp white that made everything look brighter. Though the decorations were sparse, they were mostly small plants that softened up the room’s sharpness.

Five minutes later, he held me to his chest with one arm and held a massive casserole dish of gluten-free pasta someone had premade for us in the other.

I looked around curiously as he carried both me and the food through the house

The staircase we passed was made of the same sleek flooring as the kitchen and entryway. The style of the walls and everything else carried through the massive office we passed, as well as the huge gym.

It was the same in Kyle’s bedroom—our bedroom—but cozier. The crisp white had been traded for a soft, light gray. The statement wall was a charcoal shade that complimented it. Much of the cold floor was covered with a thick, luxurious rug.

“It’s gorgeous,” I admitted, as he carried me right into the bathroom.

I swear, any blogger would’ve been jealous of it.

There was a massive, marble free-standing tub.

The walk-in shower was big enough for three or four people, with just as many showerheads.

Kyle didn’t waste any time as he set me down on the countertop and put the pasta next to me. Worried it would scald the gorgeous countertops, I quickly lifted it onto my lap, wincing at the heat.

Yeah, that was hot.

I’d be fine, though.

Kyle turned the water on before realizing what I was doing. “What the hell, Beautiful?” he plucked the dish off my legs, dropping it on the counter before smoothing his hands over the hot skin on my thighs.

“I don’t want to burn the counter,” I explained.

“I don’t give a fuck about that. These legs, though?” He bent over and brushed his lips against the front of one, then dragged his tongue over my skin. “These, I care about. Don’t risk yourself.”

“It wasn’t risky .”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want you hurting.” He grabbed a fork, and handed one to me. “Here, let’s eat while the tub fills. We’ll rinse off when we’re done.”

I agreed, and we dug in together.

After we were full, we showered quickly, and climbed into the tub together.