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There was an inquiry before the Council of Nine, but in the end, Zoltan destroying the Underworld for good and risking his life doing so outweighed all bad deeds he’d committed as a demon. The members of the Baltimore compound were scolded for acting on their own and without the council’s approval, yet no punishment was levied on any of them. The vampires who’d been crucial in the destruction of the Underworld returned home after a talk behind closed doors. Their alliance remained intact and was stronger than ever. For once, things had worked out for everybody.

Another thing had also come to light: the reason why Enya had gotten pregnant even though she wasn’t bonded and therefore considered infertile. In the council’s archives, Cinead had found old scriptures warning Stealth Guardians never to copulate with demons. According to the writings, a demon’s semen initiated the same chemical response in a Stealth Guardian as a bonding: the Stealth Guardian became fertile instantly. Enya conceiving had been inevitable.

Zoltan opened the door to Enya’s private quarters and entered. He wasn’t used to simply walking through it yet. It would take a while until he’d be comfortable with all the changes his body had gone through in the last few days. At the same time, he finally felt whole. There were no more migraine attacks, no more lingering doubts. He was a Stealth Guardian, and virta was coursing through his veins now, making him yearn for his mate more than ever before.

“You’re back.” Enya rose from the sofa, stifling a yawn. She wore nothing but a pink see-through negligée. “How is Cinead?”

He approached, never taking his eyes off her lovely form. “He’s happy, I think. Though when he showed me a portrait of my mother, I noticed tears in his eyes. I didn’t call him on it. Didn’t want to embarrass him. I still don’t really know him.” He shrugged. “I put my hand on his shoulder, and I think he appreciated the gesture.”

Enya smiled. “Over time, you’ll get to know him better. He’s a good man.”

“I can feel it when I look at him. I hope I can live up to his expectations.” Zoltan sighed. “I was evil for so long. I hope I can be good for even longer.”

Enya reached for his hands and pulled him to her. “I’ll make sure of it. You’ll never have to worry about slipping back into evil. I’ll always have your back.”

Zoltan put his arms around her and lifted her up, bringing her head level with his. “I’m counting on it.” He walked toward the bed. “Are you very tired?”

She chuckled. “Never too tired for that.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“I can feel your hard-on. It’s a dead giveaway.”

“Can’t blame a man for reacting like that when his wife greets him dressed in nothing but a flimsy negligée that leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“Would you rather I greet you dressed in battle uniform?”

“I’m not complaining, just explaining.” He gently laid her on the bed, then began to undress, until he stood in front of her without a stitch.

He noticed Enya run her eyes over his naked body and lick her lips.

Zoltan grinned. “I’m glad you’re not a woman who plays coy. With you I always know where I stand.”

“Playing coy is for amateurs.”

Without another word, he lowered himself over her, pushing her legs apart in the process to make space for himself. With one hand he shoved her negligée up to her waist, while he balanced his weight on the other.

Enya put her hands on his hips, drawing him closer, until his cock nudged at the entrance to her body.

“Hmm,” she said. “I’ve been thinking of this all day.”

“Of this?” He plunged deep and hard into her.

“Yesssss!”

“That makes two.” Whenever he was away from her, even if it was only for a few hours, he longed for her. Longed for this special connection, for the way they shared their life force, their souls with each other.

Sex had taken on another dimension. It was more intense, gave him more satisfaction, more joy, and more happiness. Being with Enya was fulfillment he could have never dreamed of. Every touch was magic, every movement part of a sensual dance that they only danced with each other. A dance that was theirs, and theirs alone. They had no secrets from each other any longer. Because they were one.

Overwhelmed by his love for Enya, Zoltan called to his virta and allowed it to pour into her, to fill her body, her every cell, until her skin shimmered golden, and waves of orgasm after orgasm shook her body.

“I love you,” she murmured between moans. “Zoltan, you’re mine, all mine.”

“I’ll always be yours. Your master and your subject. You’re my queen and my slave, my mistress, the only woman who’ll ever rule my heart.”

And nothing would ever change that.