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I let her play for a few minutes, until my restraint breaks into pieces. My hands reach towards her, one tangling in the hair at the crown of her head while the other one wraps around her throat. I push her down my length until her nose is against my pelvis and I can feel my cock deep in her throat. Holding her there until she starts to go limp in my hands, I pull her off my cock swiftly, drool dripping down her lips and chest. She gasps for breath with a smile on her face, and her eyes look feral with desire. Pulling her head back down, I fuck her face with all I have, relishing in the small moans that leave her and the prick of her nails against my thighs.

When I feel that euphoric feeling race up my spine, I pull her off my cock, using her hair as a leash as I tug her to her feet before me. She’s panting for breath as I slam my lips against hers, our teeth clacking together in the process. Dragging her body on top of mine to straddle my hips, I pull the leather covering her pussy aside and plunge right into her. A moan leaves us both as her pussy adjusts to the sudden intrusion, her essence dripping out of her and down her thighs. I thrust up into her like a madman, and she takes every ounce of pain and pleasure that I give her.

Tilting her head back with the hand still tangled in her hair, I kiss and lick my way down her neck and chest before brushing the leather covering her nipples aside. Biting down on her nipple elicits a screech out of her. Smiling against her skin, I do the same to her other nipple, and she bucks against me faster, trying desperately to reach her climax. Reaching between our bodies, my hand finds her clit, rubbing it in tight circles causing her motions to stutter.

“Come with me, Mallory. Break for me.” I grunt out as I pound up into her while also rubbing her clit in tighter circles. Her mouth smashes against mine, pushing me back against the chair while she rides me. Her pussy tightens around my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me. My climax triggers her own, her pussy pulsing around me with the aftershocks while we both come down from the high.

Mallory’s head drops against my shoulder, her breath wafting out of her in exhausted little puffs. I untangle my hand from her hair and rub my hands up and down her spine. We sit here for a while, totally content inside our blissful bubble until we hear chatter outside the shop. “Looks like they found us.” I say, my voice rough. A chuckle comes from her, her body shaking against mine as she laughs.

“See, we told you that he’d like it! And you seriously doubted us.” I hear Noah say from behind us. Tilting my head back against the chair, I see our family of misfits standing by the door with various expressions on their faces. Mallory’s head comes up next, her chin resting against my shoulder.

“I’d ask if it was good, but according to the sounds you were making, I would say that it was.” Rue says with a wink, making me chuckle and Mallory blush while she’s pressed against my chest. “We’ll leave you to get cleaned up. Meet you back at the RV in ten?” She asks, and we both nod our heads in agreement, breaking out in laughter after they all file back out the door.

We managed to get cleaned up and find Mallory some real clothes in the shop before heading out of the shop hand in hand. The RV is sitting on the other side of the parking lot, where everyone is just standing and chatting.

“How did we get this lucky?” Mallory asks, looking up at me with a smile.

“No fucking idea, baby. But I’d like to thank whoever is up there shuffling the cards for tying you up in that forest for me to find.” I wink down at her with a smile, her eyes rolling in response.

“That was awful, Mav!” Her other hand swats at my chest as we continue walking towards the RV.

“I know, but if it wasn’t for that, then we wouldn’t have found our family.” I say, gesturing towards the group of people in front of us, laughing at something Noah must have said. “And believe it or not, I do kinda like them.” Letting out a chuckle, I pull Mallory close into my side while we gather with the people that make this crazy place feel like a home.

Epilogue 3

WRITTEN BY HEATHER BEAL

RUE

“You know, if you’re going to kill me, you didn’t have to lure me out into the mountains to do it,” I huff, dragging my tired body up the narrow path. “I’m perfectly capable of dying in our warm bed.”

“Very funny,” Ghost chuckles, pulling me on behind him.

He woke me up from a perfectly good nap and told me to put on my boots. Our friends were nowhere to be found when he led me out of the house and up into the mountainside.

“Seriously, Ghost. Where are you taking me? I swear to God if you don’t tell me, I’ll turn around and march my ass right back home.” He stops abruptly in front of me, and I immediately know he’s done with my shit.

“Is that so?” His voice is lethal, and I shiver in anticipation as he slowly turns around. “I was hoping you’d give me a reason to use this again.”

He reaches into his hoodie pocket, the chain of my leash clinking as he pulls it out and holds it up. One swift strike, and his hand is around my throat, pulling me to him, and the other snaps the metal clip around the ring on my collar.

“If you want to make this really difficult for yourself, keep it up. I’ll make you crawl the rest of the way,” he growls, sending delicious tingles straight to my core. “Is that what you want? Or do you think you can behave?”

Oh, now I really want to push him.But I donotwant to crawl on this rocky mountain trail, especially when I have no idea how much longer we have until we get to where he’s taking me. With every ounce of brat in me screaming to keep pushing him, I shove that shit down and soften my eyes when I look up at him. “I’ll behave, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s go. We’re almost there,” he says, placing a chaste kiss at the corner of my mouth before releasing me. He motions for me to walk ahead of him, but I don’t get too far before my leash pulls taut and I have to slow my pace to match him.

As we round the curve of the mountain, the entire world fades away as I take in the sight before me. I’ve never seen anything like this. It looks like one of those fancy landscape paintings you see on 1000-piece puzzles. A beautiful waterfall spills from the mountainside into what looks like a natural infinity pool as steam billows from the watering hole.

“What is this place?” I can’t mask the awe in my voice as I take a tentative step toward the true oasis in front of us.

“It's a natural hot spring. Think of it like God’s version of a hot tub with a view,” Ghost whispers in my ear, settling himself behind me as he molds his body around mine. His fingers skim my waist just above my leggings, making me ache for him to slip them beneath.

“It’s breathtaking up here,” I sigh, leaning back against him and taking in the painted sunset that’s splashed across the sky. Hughes of pink and purple, the crystal blue of the spring as it weeps out of the mountain, the wildflowers bedding down for the night. “It’s perfect—so peaceful. One could forget the world fell apart six months ago when you’re standing here.”

“I wanted to give you a tiny sliver of peace in a world that would sooner rip it from your grasp. Nothing can touch us here. We’re safe now, and we can live here until we’re old and grey. I can fill your belly with our babies here without the fear of this world taking them from us.”

“I don’t need anything but you, Ghost. Only you and our family. I’ll look death in its ugly face every single day if it means I get to keep you. I only need forever, however long that may be.”

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