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“Piper, The Forgotten, and rogues will meet you there, Archel will work with them and get them in position. Erik, you have the rebels, Bern and Henry, you have the Seekers and Berserkers. Reeves has the scavs and roadies, Nan will have…her shotgun,” I tease and they la ugh.

“We can do this. The next time I see you will be on the battlefield.”

“We will win this with you leading us,” Erik affirms.

“Fight well, Ma Queen,” Bern states.

“Long live our fucking queen!” Henry calls, and I laugh as they all repeat it.

Long live our fucking clans.

They leave after that, and Dray and I head to my room, needing to get some rest after the long day we had. I open the door and stop in the threshold as memories of my men filling the space bombard me. If I strain hard enough, I can almost still smell them here.

Dray presses to my back and I lean into him before forcing myself inside.

I lay my bag and jacket on the table before stripping down to my bra and panties, and head to the shower.

I wait for the water to warm up as I wash my bra and panties, and then hang them to dry before looking up into the mirror.

I don’t look as happy as I did last time.

I look harder, more confident. Maybe what Dray said was true, I was worried about what people think and now I’m not.

Though a weight was lifted from my shoulders, a ton more was added, and you can tell by the jaded and calculated look in my eyes.

I appear hard, but when Dray stops behind me, framing me in the mirror, he makes me look soft.

He’s taller than me, and his muscles upon muscles accentuate my soft curves, showing off my own muscular arms and stomach.

We look fierce and like we shouldn’t be messed with, and that makes me smile.

I meet his eyes in the mirror and see the icy blue watching me with all the crazy love he has to offer.

He wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me back against him, propping his chin on my shoulder.

I reach up and hold his arm, the ring he gave me shining in the light.

“King and queen,” he murmurs, the steam curling through the bathroom.

“How about this king shows his queen how much he wants her by helping her relax before it all gets crazy?” I suggest and he grins.

“As you order, My Queen,” he croons and then spins me, picking me up under my ass and stepping into the shower. He presses me back against the tiles as he covers my mouth with his.

I tangle my hands in his hair, licking at his mouth as the water hits us from the side.

He grunts, pressing between my legs as his chest rubs against my hardened nipples.

My body reacts to his instantly like always, craving his brand of crazy, even though I only had him hours ago.

What happens next is looming over us, which could explain why I’m so sentimental and needing him so often.

I want to be alive, to not miss a thing like Major said, and that includes tonight.

He holds me against the wall as he moves down my body, biting and licking my nipples.

I rest my head back on the tiles, closing my eyes in bliss as I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him to me, then I remember what I haven’t done yet and what I have been wanting to do.

An evil smirk crosses my face as I grab his hair and yank his head back.

I kiss him hard before pushing him away.

He stumbles into the spray, letting me drop to my feet, and I close the distance between us.

He watches me, licking at his lower lip, but they widen when I drop to my knees in front of him, his body shielding the spray of water as I grab his hips and tug him to me.

He grabs my hair to stop from falling as I blow my breath over the tip of his cock, his piercing shining under the light. I bet I can’t swallow him down because of that, but I still want to taste him, to see him weaken for me like Drax did.

“Soul—” He cuts off with a growl, tangling his hands in my hair as I lick the head of his cock, stroking his hard, velvety length with one hand as I gaze up at him.

He looks startled, his mouth open in need, and a fire burning away that ice in his eyes as he watches me. Has he never done this either? I ask as much, pulling back slightly so each breath teases his cock.

He smirks down at me. “Which woman would I let near my cock? They would either try to kill me or I would kill them.”

The idea of him with other women has me narrowing my eyes in jealousy, but I can’t really talk, so instead I dart my tongue out and taste the precum on his tip before hollowing my cheeks, and sucking him down slightly.

He groans, thrusting deeper as I pull back and then swallow him again, curling my hand around his base for the length I can’t take.

He soon finds his pace, his stance widening as he fucks my mouth ruthlessly.

I catch my teeth on his length and he groans loudly, almost making me grin around his girth.

“Soulmate,” he rasps, and I roll my eyes up to meet his as I pull back and suck on his tip, before licking and tugging on his piercing.

He roars, exploding in my mouth, and I swallow quickly before licking him clean and sitting back, satisfied with myself. His thighs are shaking and he falls to his knees in front of me, cupping my cheeks as he watches me. “How did a bastard like me ever get so lucky?”

“Why, ‘cause I suck your cock?” I tease, but he turns serious.

“Because you are incredible, sexy, smart, and so fucking good with knives and swords it makes me almost bust in my jeans when I watch you,” he replies, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “All of this fucked up, burnt world and I found you.”

I don’t know what to say, so I kiss his thumb before laying a kiss on his lips. “Let’s wash, we don’t want to use all the water.”

We clean up, and he helps wash my hair and get the tangles out before bathing me.

I help wash him, it’s become our routine of sorts, and it does relax me.

By the time we dry off, I don’t bother slipping back into my wet things.

I just pad through the room naked and slip into bed, with Dray following behind me.

I recline back onto his chest and stare at the darkened room, lost in my thoughts.

“Dray, do you think we will get them back?” I ask, voicing my fears out loud— fear that I will never see them again, never hold them, never kiss them, or hear them talk.

He pulls me back tighter, kissing my hair. “I think you can do whatever you set your mind to. You love them, they love you, so nothing will stop you from getting to them.”

“But what if I’m too late?” I inquire softly, the night grabbing my fears and holding them secret for me.

“Then we kill them all,” he offers straight away, but I tense, the idea of them no longer being in this world hurting my heart. “Worth, look at me.”

I turn and he cups my face, staring into my eyes, his face in shadow.

“They wouldn’t dare die on you. You said it yourself, the Cities want something, they have been up here, and they wouldn’t risk killing them.

Plus, they haven’t come back for Paradise yet, so I bet they are trying to break your men to get them to lead them to it.

That means they are alive, in pain, yes, I won’t sugarcoat it, but alive.

Pain can be forgotten, but death is final. ”

I nod, leaning into his touch. “They are strong and smart, they will be okay.”

“They will, and you will make sure anyone who hurts them pays for it. You will be with them soon enough,” he says, and then I feel bad.

“Dray—” I start but he covers my mouth.

“I’m not mad or jealous, I know you need them too.

I can’t deny I’ve enjoyed having you to myself this time, but you can’t be fully happy or relaxed without them.

Don’t worry, I know you still love me and I still love you.

Love is big enough to love more than one person, Tazanna, and you have the biggest heart of all.

Now get some sleep, I promise you before the week is through, you will see your men again. ”

I let his words soothe me as I close my eyes and fall asleep in his arms. In that moment, before sleep and wake, I hear Maxen’s voice.

We are waiting for you, Mi Alma.