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When Teron stepped forward, the others all paused, and I realized that Teron and Wren had never had their moment. Their relationship had been one of love and care, of a bond closer than any of us could imagine, but they’d never physically been with each other.

“Mate,” he breathed, and I knew the Gryphon would be riding close to the surface. Grabbing her up into his arms, he plunged her down onto his cock. If she needed to be anchored, his huge dick would do it.

She clung to his shoulders as he whispered words in her ear, which I couldn’t hear but knew exactly what he was saying. He was promising her that he’d never let her go again. He was telling her that he loved her. I knew it, because it’s how we all felt.

I watched as he manhandled her body up and down his own, like she weighed nothing, and watching him sheathe himself inside her was the dirtiest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. When she came around his cock, she looked like a Goddess, and she felt a little more real.

She was really home.

Milo pulled her down from Teron’s arms, nuzzling her cheek. “You’re not done yet, Little Bird.” Putting her back on her hands and knees on the bed, he lined himself up with her cunt, uncaring that she had Teron’s release dripping from her.

Honestly, it made it even hotter. I let my head fall back against Tryp’s shoulder as he pumped me faster. Milo slid inside her, and they both groaned. I couldn’t blame her; Milo had a fat dick. Demke, who’d watched all this with hungry eyes, wasn’t done either, though. “Open your lips for me, Wren. I want you to suck my cock until I’m fucking the back of your throat. Untilyou can never leave this plane of existence again. I want you to swallow me down until I take seed in your stomach and brand you as part of me forever.”

Moaning, she opened those plush lips as Tryp panted with both pain and pleasure. Yeah, any hope we had of lasting until our turn was quickly evaporating.

Demke slipped his dick into her mouth, just as Milo thrust into her core, and it was a carnal fucking vision straight from my fantasies. I had to grip my balls hard so I didn’t blow on the spot.

Milo pumped into her, pushing her onto Demke’s cock, setting the rhythm, and watching the big bull sweat trying to hold back was its own kind of erotic. The slapping of skin and the wet noises of Wren sucking Demke’s cock were the only sounds in the room.

Tryp stroked me faster, harder, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks. “Tryp,” I breathed, both in pleasure and admonishment, but I didn’t tell him to stop. I couldn’t. He stroked faster, in time with Milo’s thrusts, and I could almost imagine it was me there, fucking her into Demke.

My cock strained, and as Wren came, her thighs shaking wildly, I spilled all over Tryp’s hand. Milo came with a bellow that probably shook the building, and given the silent, scrunch-face scream on Demke’s face, he was coming too.

I felt the rapidly cooling sensation of Tryp’s release on my back, and I sighed, pressing back against him, smearing it between us like an unholy butterfly painting.

Climbing over Teron, who was lying content on the side of the bed, I licked the sweat salt from Wren’s stomach, then collapsed with my face pressed there.My Wren.“Welcome home,” I whispered, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

Tilting my chin up so she could meet my eyes, which were more serious than I’d ever seen them, she smiled. “I’m never leaving again.”

And she wouldn’t. Because she was a Goddess now, for real. She would live forever at our sides, never growing old, untouched by the march of time.

We could be happy for eternity.

Chapter 38

MILO

It was like a dream, watching Wren so alive—no, more than alive,immortal—and back in our home once more. She moved around the room with Emeric in her arms, showering him with love. I was never more than a few feet from them, and it would take a little time to dissipate the panic that she’d be wrenched away again.

Cy was lying out in the courtyard in the sun in his dog form, his pack writhing around him like a wiggly mass. They’d missed him as much as we’d missed Wren. He was their leader. Their protector and guardian. Without him, they’d been lost.

I had Bran and Zale in my arms, rocking them back and forth, and I finally felt that we’d achieved happiness. This was my nirvana. My Elysian Fields.

Tryp and Erus also hovered around her. Eventually, she was probably going to tire of us smothering her. But until she had to stare at our dead bodies hopelessly, she was going to have to give us a little grace.

The Valkyries had all come and gushed, expressing their happiness that she was okay, and laying their heads on the line because of their failures. She’d cut that off quickly.There wasn’t anything anyone could have done to prevent the remaining Moirai portaling in. No one could have predicted the spitefulness of them.

Teron appeared, wrapping his arms around her, Emeric cradled between them. He kissed her softly. Actually, it was probably lucky she was immortal now; otherwise, she’d have a permanent case of beard rash from the sheer amount of embraces she’d been getting in the past week.

If she needed to be anchored to the mortal plane, I was pretty sure she couldn’t be more anchored without being a ship in the Aegean. We’d fucked her in every position, in every room, in every combination of pairings since she’d arrived back.

If I could sew her to my side so she’d never leave, I would.

Tryp and Erus each plucked a baby from me. “Come on, little ones. It’s time for your swimming lessons,” Erus cooed. He had recently declared that if the babies were going to live on an island, and have access to the pool, then they needed to learn to swim as soon as possible.

Bran just waved his arms, like he knew what the Genii was talking about. And maybe he did. There was an ancient intelligence in their eyes sometimes.

Wren didn’t like to talk about her time in the afterlife, only to tell us that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Cy said a little more, enough to know that he never wanted to do it again.

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