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I closed my eyes and listened to the rapid beat of his heart. Proof that he was real.

That he was mine.

Chapter 61

Daisy

We went at it again in the shower, Calvin’s blood circling the drain while I put one foot on the edge of the tub to give Otis better access to my pussy. He made me come with his mouth, then Jace fucked me again while Wolf and Otis sucked my tits.

By the time we dried off and changed, I was barely conscious and we collapsed into my bed in a heap. I fell asleep so fast I didn’t even remember my head hitting the pillow.

When I woke up, moonlight was streaming into the room, a cool night breeze shifting the sheer curtains on either side of my windows.

I lay there for a minute, feeling disoriented and trying to get my bearings. My head was on Wolf’s chest, our legs tangled together under the sheet while Otis spooned me from behind, his hard dick pushing against the crack of my ass.

Jace was gone, all too present for the fucking but noticeably absent for the cuddling. I wondered if he’d ever really let me in.

I see you.

I turned my head to Wolf’s chest, tracing the inked images with my gaze. I’d looked at them before, but they were so intricate, so many tiny images hidden among the bigger ones, that I felt like I saw something new every time.

There was the big log-cabin building, which Wolf had told me was called a longhouse, the building his ancestors had lived in before the land had been developed by settlers. The feathered headdress was worked into a stand of trees, a river running through it, a deer and a moose on one side.

There were wildflowers too, the kind we’d seen in the meadow where I’d given my virginity to Wolf. He’d pointed them out to me in the lazy aftermath of our fucking: white aster and soft pink milkweed and the more striking fuchsia of bee balm.

And then, I saw something I’d never seen before.

I lifted my head and looked more closely, wondering if I was imagining it, if the moonlight was playing tricks on me. But no, it was there.

A single daisy in the field of other wildflowers.

I lifted my hand and touched it with my finger. Was this intentional? Had he done it for me? Or was it just another flower in the landscape of ink on his chest?

“I got it done in prison,” Wolf said softly. I hadn’t known he was awake.

I craned my neck to look at him. “The daisy?”

He nodded. “To remind me why I was there. To remind me it was worth it.”

I sucked in a breath. It wasn’t like I could forget what they’d done for me, but seeing the daisy inked onto his skin, knowing he’d gotten it in prison, stole my breath.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said. “I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it.”

“That was intentional,” he said, his blue eyes shining in the dark. “Didn’t want you to think I was a psycho.”

I didn’t point out that we’d just fucked — all of us — in the blood of our enemy. I knew what he meant. Even three months ago, it would have been weird to discover one of the Beasts essentially had my name tattooed on their chest.

Now it felt like a gift.

“I don’t know what to say.”

He smoothed my hair. “You don’t have to say anything, sunshine. Otis has one too.”

“He does?”

“It’s on the back of my neck,” Otis said behind me. His voice was muffled in my hair, his dick even harder than it had been when he was asleep. “Under my hair.”

I sat up and the sheet fell off my body, exposing my naked tits. “What? Let me see it.”

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