Page 146 of Unveil

“What happened to Lost Cove being neutral?” I murmur, hot and bothered, but also needing reassurance we’re safe. I trust him, but with the reality of this war, I need to hear it.

His expression clouds. “Bossie Wilde happened. They desecrated generations of family graves—on both sides, took over Whitby Rose,andwent after you.” He shakes his head. “We finally pushed back. The ‘cove’ in Lost Cove wasn’t near lost enough for my liking. So every inch of this place is secure—physically and digitally—with Dash’s state-of-the-art camera systems.”

“So…” My eyes scan the treetops. “They’re watching?”

“The fuck they are.” He scowls. “And wipe that excited grin off your face, because, baby? That ain’t happening. Yourorgasms are mine to give, taste, hear—all the damn senses. Exhibition’s off the table, got it?”

I giggle, and he keeps his disappointed warning glare as he slides out his phone from his pocket, checks it, then returns it. “The system updates me every time someone crosses into a new section of Fury territory. If we don’t confirm it, the alert pings to Hatch and Dash too. While we’re here, it’ll notify me if anyone’s coming. I installed the app on your phone too.”

His face grows serious, the way it always does when he talks about the enemy. “Bossie’s Wilde boys have been pushed back. As far as we can tell, they’re not even in Old Bridge anymore.”

I don’t tell him that doesn’t make me feel better. If they’re not in Old Bridge or Lost Cove… then where are they? Are my friends and family in danger?

Pushing the worry that’s constantly in the back of my mind aside, I nod. There’s not much else I can do but trust him.

Trying to bring back the sensual playfulness we always have, I give him a cheeky grin.

“Is the waterfall ‘ours’ too?”

He jumps on the mood, smile crawling across his face again as he leans in. “Hell yeah, that’s ours. And this time, I won’t stop from coming inside you.”

His nose trails along my jaw, making me shiver. I tug him closer by his cutoff tee while he nips down my collarbone to my breast through my racerback tee and sports bra.

“It’s all ours, Luna.”

Ours.

It feels so good to pretend that it really isoursand not just his, especially when his voice drops to that deep, primal, territorial rumble.

“Just like every inch of you is mine,” he continues. “Every inch of this place is yours. Fury land, all the way to the bog, along our new border?—”

“New… border?” My eyes fly open, and I grab his collar and tug him up. He blinks at me, eyes hazy with lust and confusion, but I’m seriously pissed.

“Orion Fury, you mean to tell me that during my ‘Survival Week,’ I wasn’t just walking Fury land, I was covering Lost Cove too? The only groundyouhad to cover was Fury land! No wonder it took me so long.”

He holds back a laugh. “Well, notallof Lost Cove. But around here, yeah. Don’t forget, I had to do it all on my own. And I was just?—”

“Sixteen, yeah, yeah.” I wave him off. “You’re the big, bad Fury. I’m the feisty, little Bordeaux. We get it.”

I roll my eyes but when they get back to him, his face has gone serious again.

“You don’t have to be, you know.”

I frown. “Don’t have to be what? Because let me tell ya, I’ve tried not being littleandfeisty. One’s out of my control. The other I’ve got plenty of ballet tutors who’d say other?—”

Orion drops to one knee and fishes something out of his back pocket.

My eyes go wide, my heart beating a mile a minute. “Orion… what are you doing?”

“Doing it the way I should’ve a long time ago.”

Oh my God, is he…

Anticipation rockets through me?—

He holds out a small sheath wrapped in brown paper and holds it out to me with both hands.

My racing pulse stutters to a slow waltz of confusion, but I’m still here for whatever he’s got in store. His broad smile is infectious as he juts his chin toward his offering.