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Ribbons of it lashed through the air as Kas claimed back the last piece of himself and came by his own hand. Wetness glistened in his tormented eyes as he half-laughed, half-growled, marking me with every pulse of his orgasm.

Streams of it.

All landing on my skin, a declaration to both of us that he’d won.

The second his body jerked the last time and the cum on my chest cooled, he ripped his hand away from his cock then toppled onto the blanket. Splaying on his back, he panted as if he’d run around our new huge house a thousand times.

Curling up against his side, I laid my head on his sweaty chest. The pounding of his heart thudded against my ear, manic and miserable but also freer than it’d ever been.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you for everything.”

I kissed above his heart. “Always.”

He let out a ragged sigh, his heart rate slowing. “I should clean you up.”

“Let’s just pause here for a moment. I don’t mind being marked by you.”

He sighed again, whispering. “Love you, Gem.”

I smiled and nuzzled closer. “Same.”

I didn’t know how long we lay there, sticky with shared pleasure, naked, and uncaring. I was happy to never move again.

Kas cuddled me close as the sunshine kept us warm. Fang curled up against Kas’s other side, and a heavy, blanketing calmness filled our wild, private garden.

Bumblebees buzzed.

Happy birds chirped.

And a peace that didn’t just come from shared orgasms but from somewhere deep within our souls settled over us.

A peace that spoke of a new beginning.

A peace that would carry us into a happily ever after.

EPILOGUE TWO

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PLEASURE BOLTED DOWN MY legs.

My hand pumped my cock, claiming myself all over again, keeping the whispers at bay as I let go to fantasies of Gem naked in our bed. Her legs spread, her body beckoning, love glowing in her eyes.

God, yes.

Hot water rained over me as I came, the shower washing away my cum as quickly as it spurted from my body.

White spots appeared in my vision, similar to the whiteouts I’d had as my concussion had slowly healed. However, unlike those moments where I had to fight to stay awake and not forget, my mind was now firmly in the present.

The white spots faded as I inhaled and straightened from where I’d curled around my cock. Tipping my head back, I sighed heavily, letting the warm water wash away all the small pieces of me that still struggled with life, granting me a fresh start so I could be the very best for Gemma.

Today would be hard, but it would also be the happiest day of my life.

A rush of anxiety filled me, followed by joy.

Fang barked as I turned off the shower and stepped into the newly renovated bathroom in our groundkeeper’s cottage. It’d been eight months since we’d moved into this new place. Eight months since we’d claimed a spot of paradise for ourselves, far enough away from the city to keep my inherent distrust of large crowds at bay but close enough to still have the conveniences of everyday living.

The tradesmen had tackled our home first, extending the living areasso we had a sweeping conservatory that brought the forest inside, a galley kitchen full of spices and ingredients for me to cook extravagant meals, and a high-yielding veggie garden that produced all year round.