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Even a few that Damiandidcare about.

Considering the way he let me make the decisions for most of them, I had no problem agreeing that if one of us had to meet with a clan outside of Mistwood, we would go together.

Or that we would make financial decisions together.

Or that we would combine our bank accounts and actually become a team, the way a mated pair was supposed to. That one was a little harder to accept than the previous two, but when he explained his reasoning, I understood.

I mumbled my answers to a few of the final questions before I actually fell asleep while he wrote them down.

I couldn’t have saidhow long I was asleep—it could’ve been a few minutes, or a few hours—but the slow drag of something warm and silky against my clit made me suck in a breath. My hips arched, and I wrestled my eyelids open, meeting Damian’s hot, sleep-laden gaze.

Some part of me recalled his promise to give me a chance to turn him down when I was uncertain about letting him wake me up like this.

That part of me was a fucking moron.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him back down between my thighs, earning a low chuckle before he licked me again.

My hips arched and rocked as I panted and cursed. He lifted me long enough to roll onto his back and pull me onto his face, like he’d mentioned so many times.

I lost control on his tongue twice—and then he finally gave me his cock.

Instead of taking me hard and fast, he drove into me slowly.

Deeply.

Intimately.

It was so, insanely intense.

And when we came together, I couldn’t help but realize that we hadn’t just screwed.

We’d made love.

And that was enough to make me want Damian even more.

Then again…

Had I ever not wanted him?

My lips curved upward.

Even when he’d pissed me off, I was still attracted to him.

We were made for each other—it was as simple and complicated as that.

epilogue

DAMIAN—A FEW MONTHS LATER

Blair was sittingat her desk in our office, typing out an answer to an email, when I strode into the room.

She smiled as she turned to greet me—but her eyebrows lifted when she saw the gift bag in my hand.

“Who’s that for?”

I set it on her lap. “Who do you think?”

“My birthday isn’t for another two months,” she protested. “And Christmas is still a few days away.”

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