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Groaning, Lucero’s hips snap against me, the sound of skin meeting skin forming a rhythm of its own. Soon, I arch up, moving in perfect sync with him and our bodies dance as one.

“Feels so good,” I breathe the words against his sweaty skin. “Please, cum inside me, Lucero.” I add, just to drive him a little insane.

And when he curses loudly, his grinding losing our rhythm, I can’t help my teasing grin.

“Golden!” Lucero’s cock sinks completely inside me, his orgasm one that has his face twisting as he roars out his pleasure. Sweat glistening down his forehead, teeth clenched and shoulders bunched.

When I cum for the second time that night, it isn’t an explosion, but a slow build that’s a gentle breath outward.

Perfect. Safe.Home.

Together we’re tangled, and as I fall asleep I feel loved, so loved, so very loved.

Chapter Thirty-Four - Lucero

Dressed in black jeans and a long sleeved black top, I kneel beside the bed to run my fingers through Golden’s mess of dark curls.

He smiles, all sleepy and satisfied, and bathed in the dawn he shines true to his namesake.

“I don’t want you to go…” He lays on his front, covers piled around his middle, the length of his smooth back exposed, the glimpse of his curved ass a temptation.

“I don’t want to go either.” I kiss the outstretched hand that reaches for me.

“When all this is settled we’ll lay in bed for a week,” I promise.

Sighing dreamily, the tips of his fingers run across my lips. “You’ll show me all your DVD collection?”

“Mhm,” I hum. Our fingers entwine and I lean in to kiss his nose.

“And…” he flushes, but there is a little twinkle of mischief in his eye. “And you’ll fuck me against every wall?”

I chuckle, pressing my forehead to his. “Well, I did promise, and I’d hate not to be a man of my word.”

“We can’t have that,” he breathes, nuzzling into me, as if trying to curl his whole body around mine.

Golden runs his fingers along my stubbled jaw while I play with his hair, and for a long time we simply bask in each other. Our eyes locked, our hearts beating as one—souls connected.

“Find Apollo,” Golden whispers, so earnest in his concern. “It’s a lot to ask, but keep Rurik and Summer safe, too. Even if he’s a right bellend.”

“I’ll keep them safe.”

His grip on my hair tightens, expression hard. “And you better come back safe, too. Or I’ll kick your ass.”

“So ferocious,” I tease.

“Yep.” He pops the ‘p’.

Only after kissing Golden boneless and tucking him under the sheets do I finally gather the willpower to leave. As much as I don’t want to, I push Golden to the back of my mind as I leave the mansion, the freezing winter morning slicing into my cheeks as I run at top speed to meet Rurik and Summer.

???

Wrenching open the door, I slip into the back seat of the parked car. Summer lets out a startled cry as the car rocks, black rings sucking in the light around us. Rurik acknowledges me with a slight incline of his chin as my door shuts, his arm resting on the open window and eyes fixed to the distance.

“Holy shit, Lucero. Give a warning next time.” In Summer’s other outstretched hand is a small ball of pulsing black energy, and with a single dismissive gesture, it dissipates.

“I’m sorry,” I say, remembering Golden’s words. “Any news?”

“We might have something.” Then she glances at Rurik.