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She smiled and adjusted herself so her face was right by mine. “I love you too,” she said, then kissed me.
The kiss wasn’t hungry or frantic like before. This time, it was slow and sweet. A loving moment that I wished would go on forever.
I pulled away when she started stroking my cock again. “Damn, girl. You didn’t get enough the first time?” I said with a grin.
She cocked her eyebrow in that way that drove me crazy.
“Well, if I’m going to be with a dragon, I might as well reap every benefit, right?”
My dick stiffened again beneath her fingers, and I growled low and deep.
Shyanne closed her eyes and blew out a gentle breath. “I told you what that growling shit does to me, didn’t I?”
“You did. Now get over here.” I grabbed her, rolling her on top of me in one swift movement and slipping into her soaking wet pussy once more.
“Mmmm, that’s what I want,” she said, and looked deep into my eyes before I started moving. “I want you. Forever. Just like this.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, winking at her before thrusting my hips upward, drawing a cry of delight from her lips.
EPILOGUE
SHYANNE
One Year Later
Igripped the wheel with both hands, doing my best to stay awake as we drove.
Jackson sat beside me, looking at the items on his lap. The bandanna spread over his legs held several broken and shattered slivers of moonstone—one from each of the orbs we’d destroyed over the last ten months.
“Is it really over?” I said, shooting him a glance. “We’re done?”
Tearing his eyes away, he glanced at me and smiled. “That was the last one.”
His voice was thick with weariness, but also hope and relief. When we’d set out for Japan last year, I’d known it would be rough and that things would be difficult, but I’d never imagined how far we’d have to go, and what we’d need to do in order to save all of Jackson’s people. Over the course of ten months, I’d become fully initiated into the strange magical world thatJackson and his kind lived in. I’d seen things that most humans only ever read in books or saw in movies.
A bracelet of carved wooden beads on a thin leather string rattled on my wrist. Jackson pointed at it and smiled.
“You really like that thing. You haven’t taken it off in months,” he said as I took the exit that would take us home.
I shrugged. “It’s not every day you get a gift from a fox shifter.”
A man named Ryo Hayakawa had gifted me the bracelet after we’d destroyed the orb we found in Japan. He’d been our main contact and our source of intel for that mission. Without him, we probably wouldn’t have made it out alive. Honestly, we should have givenhima gift rather than vice versa, but he was so happy to have that crime lord out of his neighborhood that he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he offered the gift.
“I’m not sure that itreallyhas any magical protection, though,” I said, giving Jackson a sidelong glance. “If it did, I probably wouldn’t have had to get stitches when we were in Spain.”
Jackson’s face clouded, and he gently wrapped up the orb slivers, then set them gingerly on the floorboard.
“I don’t want to think about that,” he said.
The closest I’d come totrulygetting hurt or killed in all of our travels was when we went after the third orb. It had been in a secure vault of what had once been a bank, but had been turned into a luxury home by a corrupt drake businessman.
“I’m fine now,” I said, though the memory of the blood and agony I’d experienced when that bastard had slashed me still haunted my dreams. He’d cut me right down to the bone. I thought I’d seen Jackson enraged before. I thought there wasno way he could be more terrifying or powerful than when he’d fought Joseph. I had been wrong. Even as I’d lain there on the marble floor, bleeding freely, I’d been shocked by the pure destruction he’d wrought against those men when they hurt me. Within two minutes, he’d killed them all and shattered the stone. We’d brought along my trusty wrench since it had done a good job the first time. Once that was done, he’d hurried me to a magical healer. The lady had staunched the blood flow, healed most of the wounds, and given me stitches using some type of magically enhanced dissolving thread. Now? There was the faintest set of three scars running down my back, and no pain. But Jackson still got angry when it was mentioned.
“Do you want me to drive?” Jackson offered. “Or we could stop now, and I could fly us the rest of the way home.”
“Absolutely not,” I said, patting the steering wheel. “We got this fair and square, and I’m taking it home. It’ll be my little gift for saving your ass over the last year.”
He snorted a laugh and put his hand on my thigh. “Fair enough. But let the record show I offered.”
