What can I say? My four-year-old asked me to do it and I was curious.
Seems like the ice prince has grown a sense of humor, as well as a desire for revenge.
Eventually, he takes pity on me and drags the girls away to feed them their breakfast, knowing there’s a fine line between fun and risking potential mutiny. They’re all sitting nicely at the table with daddy Soren when our mate stumbles in, looking flushed and well-fucked with a grinning Brogan.
I, however, am still clutching a glue-covered hatchling and by now the trail of mess has spread all over my chest and is covering the kitchen counter and somehow even the floor.
My mate’s gorgeous eyes widen as she takes in the scene. “Having a little trouble there, love?”
She can’t hold in her snort of laughter and the other two fucks join in.
“It won’t come off,” I mutter.
That causes them to laugh harder, with Brogan and my mate stepping closer to inspect the damage.
“Tag, you’re it,” Brogan says softly as he scoops Alba out of my arms. “Pretty sure I’ve still got some stuff that’ll get this off from last time.”
And then my mate turns to me, pulling my face down until it’s level with hers and pressing her lips to mine, nibbling on my lower lip before peppering little kisses along my jaw. She pulls back and her lips twitch as she fights a smile.
“You’re sticky too.” Grinning up at me, she trails a finger over my chest. “Let’s fix that, shall we? I think a long, hot shower is in order. We’ll leave the other two on daddy duty.”
It takes a long time to wash off. Especially since we have to keep taking breaks so that I can make my mate come on my tongue and then on my cock, and thensheneeds cleaning up. And then once the glue is all washed away, I wrap my mate in a fluffy towel and make her come on my fingers again on the bathroom counter before I fuck her hard against the wall.
No one can say that this dagon doesn’t have stamina.
She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy. “Well, good morning to you too, my dragon.”
I kiss her again slowly, savoring her taste on my tongue.
“Hard morning?” she says softly, trailing her fingers up and down my jaw.
“Better now,” I tell her.
She nods and pulls on her clothes. “We’d better get back out there, see what chaos has ensued in the past half hour.”
I drag on a fresh set of clothes and tug her into my side as we emerge from the bathroom. Ready to fight another day against the daily battle against my sanity.
A battle I would never bow down from. Despite not having two minutes to take a piss in peace, I’m never lonely, I haven’t been since my mate came into my life. And after spending so many years isolated and alone, I now understand how it feels tobelongsomewhere. To belong to other people and to a place.
I now have a home, a bright unwieldy future, a family.
I wouldn’t trade that for all the treasure in the universe.
31 Epilogue 2
Wren - Right after Echo’s drop-off
Rage. That’s the feeling that fuels me as I stomp forward out of the forest where Echo dropped me, toward the random little village in bumfuck nowhere.
The past few weeks have been a nightmare I can’t even bring myself to think about, so I don’t. I push those memories away. Push away all thoughts of that fucking piece of shit asshole that destroyed my life.
Focus on the rage that’s pumping through me, filling my blood.
Move forward. That’s all I can do.
It smells good here, that’s something at least. It’s warm too, which is a welcome change from freezing my tits off in the…
Nope. Not thinking about the basement.
