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“Always. I’ll always be here for you, Gabby. This. What we have.” He withdrew his fingers and slid them through her wet folds.

As his finger brushed over her clit, she shivered, holding her breath, waiting for his next move.

“Ahh…” Gabriella froze as his fingers played at her ass.

“I want all of you.” Quintus circled the pad of his thumb over her puckered hole.

Gabriella’s head lolled forward as he pressed his cock inside her. She lost her words as he eased his finger inside her ass. “I’ve never…Quintus…”

“Someday…I’m going to fuck you here too.”

“Quintus.” She gasped as he added a second finger.

“Easy, bella. Just breathe,” he told her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated as he plunged his fingers inside her back hole.

Gabriella’s body lit on fire as he filled her, the unfamiliar fullness overwhelming her senses. As his other hand found her mound and flicked over her clit, she splintered apart, her orgasm rushing into her. Her body shuddered in release, and she clutched at the pillow, panting for breath.

As he gave a final thrust, she heard him groan in release. The weight of his body collapsed onto hers, and she settled onto the bed. Her heart open and vulnerable to her mate, the last shivers of her climax fluttered through Gabriella.

Her mind raced as exhaustion claimed her. This incredible man was hers. A lifetime she’d waited to be home, to belong to not just a place but to a person who loved her. Love. It was an emotion that had evaded her for so long she hadn’t remembered what it was like to care for someone…until now.

She didn’t know if there would be a future but if she died tomorrow, her life was complete. Quintus. I love you. The words drifted in her mind as sleep claimed her.

Chapter Thirteen

Love. He’d heard the word as if she’d said it aloud. Quintus pressed his lips to Gabriella’s head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. His sweet little wolf had opened her heart, and he knew how incredibly scary that had to be for her. Unable to trust anyone for years, she’d surrendered her body and soul to him.

With her tight in his embrace, he recalled the horrific scene in Luca’s yard. With a heavy heart, he called for his brother. Viktor. In the silence that followed, he bit back his sorrow, failing to sense his brother’s presence. Death came for humans and supernaturals alike. But Quintus had kept his circle small, his heart protected. Now ironically, Mao had killed Viktor.

He prayed it wasn’t true. If she’d taken him to Hell, it’d be unlikely he’d sense him. The obsession to find his brother would have to wait. Killing Lilitu had to be his utmost priority. With Gabriella in danger, he had to find a way to protect her. Lilitu had proven a worthy adversary, breaking through the wards at his home and again at Luca’s, finding them in the catacombs. Her dark magick grew stronger and her death was the only option.

Quintus heard a rumble, and gently removed himself from Gabriella. Taking care to cover her with the blanket, he kissed her forehead. He padded quietly across the room to the closet and opened it, retrieving a bathrobe. As he dressed, he silently sighed, stealing one last glance at his sleeping angel before he exited the room.

He closed the door behind him, and stopped cold, sniffing the air. What the hell? Quintus rushed down the hallway and caught sight of Hunter standing over the stove.

“What are you doing?” The vampire pulled his robe tight and tied the belt.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m hungry. I’m horny. Figure I have a better chance with food.” The wolf turned to Quintus, giving him a roll of his eyes and then focused back on stirring the concoction in his pot. “Y’all seriously don’t keep much in this secret dungeon, but I found all the frozen and dry stuff.”

“What are you making?” Quintus lowered his voice, already recognizing the delicious scent of the mystery meal.

“Jambalaya. Found some andouille and crawfish in the freezer. It’s not fresh. But beggars…y’all get me.”

“Fuck, wolf…” Quintus inhaled deeply and shook his head. “It smells amazing.”

“You must have been a foodie in a previous life.”

“No. Just a dumb young boy.”

“Hardly a boy by the looks of ya.”

“Yeah maybe. Even as an adult, I wasn’t ready to grow up.” Quintus stretched his neck from side to side, easing the tension from his muscles.

“None of us are,” Hunter agreed.

“I hardly remember now.”