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A sound I had never made in my life escaped my parted lips as my head fell back onto the mattress.

“Don’t…stop…” I whimpered.

She didn’t. She took more and more like a goddess until she let me pop out of her mouth with a laugh. “Ready to see what else I learned from medical school?” She drew in a big breath and cracked her jaw.

I blinked. “What…?”

My girl shifted, lining herself up precisely, and then she did it. Eyes watering, drool everywhere, and gagging beautifully, she descended and took all of me. Her throat seized around me, delivering the final blow of my destruction. As soon as she popped off, I clutched the base of my cock and I came right then, all over my stomach, standing no chance against her. A low growl started deep in my throat, rising in volume, and that weird thing grew again at the base of my cock.

I’d long since accepted that nobody would manage to fit me.

But apparently, I was mated to the deep-throating queen.

The queen pulled back with a smug little grin. “I seem to have found a good way to efficiently shut you up.”

Yeah. She fucking had.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

YVAINE

Ever since we completed the mating, Logan embraced his new mission in life…relentlessly.

It didn’t matter what time it was or what I was doing. I could be in the middle of a presentation on infectious brain diseases or having dinner with my parents, and somehow, my mate would find a way to remind me that he had a dirty mind.

It wasn’t that he was pushy about sex, though he’d never refuse if I initiated. No. It was all the commentary. He started through our mind-link and, whenever I shut that down, went through text.

Bunny Doc, I found your underwear. I hope you weren’t fond of it, because from now on, it’s mine.

Bunny Doc, I’m never changing the sheets again. Never. Not until you come back. Wink, wink.

Bunny Doc, dinner tonight after your shift? This time, I’ll actually feed you with food. Wink.

Bunny Doc, this bun I’m eating reminds me of your cute, soft butt.

Bunny Doc, my ears are sad today. They miss your screams.

And on. And on.

We were also unable to stay apart for more than a day. It was too painful, but also magical and a little frightening. Logan now had his own space in my closet, and I had the keys to his apartment.

His sister had become friends with Amaia and Makena, though I couldn’t say I was fond of Bella’s friends. Most had crushed on Logan at some point; some still did. Zeus continued to dislike Logan, the feeling mutual. And as for Lachlan and Logan…well, they had reached something resembling tolerance. Lachlan had stopped calling him Masturbator, though Logan still called him Freckles.

Logan had also started joining us for Sunday dinners at my pack. Afterward, he and Lachlan would watch a game with Dad, who had become so accustomed to Logan’s presence that he’d asked where Logan was if he didn’t show up.

Progress.

The same couldn’t be said about my twin and Bella. Whenever those two happened to be in the same place, they’d act as if someone had started a fire and flee in opposite directions.

And Archie? He told me he’d started dreaming about his mate, though he couldn’t see her face. Every time he got close, she’d run away from him.

That afternoon, I went to visit Mrs. Tina at her place.

Since Scotland, I’d only seen the sweet lady once at the pediatric center where she also volunteered. She had just returned from a cruise with a group of women, all over seventy and single.

Mrs. Tina lived in the middle of the woods, in a little maple-brown wooden house with green shutters and the veranda of my dreams. Wildflowers spilled from every planter and climbed the railings in pinks and yellows. A silver-painted swing like the one in Gone with the Wind hung from the porch ceiling, swaying gently.

After her mate had passed away, Mrs. Tina left the pack to live on neutral lands, away from pack politics and mind-links. She claimed the woods were quieter, but I suspected she just enjoyed having nobody around, visiting her family when she wanted to.