“Uh-uh. We’ll get Rage to do it. I have a feeling you’re gonna be occupied for the next few days.”
“Oh really? Occupied doing…?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it.
“Helping me recover in my bed.”
He grips my ass firmly and offers another pump of his cock, and my prostate is so hypersensitive that the sensation sweeps right through me, forcing my eyes to roll back.
He kisses me again, passionately, and I rest my hand on his cheek, keeping him close as I absorb all that he is, embrace this moment, knowing from everything we’ve experienced that we have to cling to beautiful moments like these, desperately hold them close, because we never know when they may be our last.
EPILOGUE
KILLIAN
While I packup books from the shelves along the wall of Logan’s office, he’s at his desk, boxing his belongings so we can add them to the moving van.
It’s been two months since our wedding—basically the time it took me to heal from the gunshot, and then how long it took for us to fuck until we were willing to take a break from each other’s bodies. I’ve cherished every day and night spent wrapped up in each other, as this man has utterly consumed me, in the best possible way.
I’m making my way through his father’s encyclopedias, when I reach G-F. For fun, I turn tofalcons, enjoying a little light reading before chuckling.
“What?” he asks, glancing over from the box he’s been filling with paperwork.
“Was just reading about my favorite bird. Apparently, peregrine falcons mate for life.”
There’s a spark in his eyes as he smirks. “I could’ve told you that.”
Fuck, he’s so playful. So fun.
So perfect.
“I think I deserve a little break,” I say, adding the volume to the other in the box resting on the shelf, then descend the ladder and approach the desk. “I’m impressed with myself for how I’ve managed to keep my greedy hands off you today.”
Logan’s eyes narrow, but before he has a chance to respond, I’m all over him, mouth to mouth, tongue greeting his. His bodyrelaxes to my kiss, and excitement courses through me, followed by a familiar sensation before he pulls away.
“You feel it?” he asks.
Since I recovered from the bullet wound, there’s a phantom sensation where the bullet struck, though I wouldn’t call it pain. It’s more of a vibrating buzz, electrified by his body. It happens from time to time, and really, I kind of like it, especially because he’s the only one who triggers it.
“I do. Hopefully it’ll remain.”
Logan grins, resting his hand on my chest and studying my expression. “Soon your falcon will be in that big Rothguard cage. For good.”
There’s that buzzing again.
It’s exciting.
It’s electric.
Not only at the thought of him being in my cage, but being eager for it.
“You want to be in my cage?”
I already know the answer even before he says, “I do.”
Means so much to hear him tell me he wants that, and I take his mouth again. His lips are so greedy for me, nearly as greedy as I am to probe his body with my hands. I finally break our kiss so I can kiss down his jaw to his throat, one of his favorite places, guiding him back so his ass is pushed up against the edge of the desk.
“Will you keep me safe in your cage?” he asks.
