“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

He draped his body over mine and rolled us again, stopping with his back on the mat and me straddling him. His hands reached up to cup my breasts before gliding over my rib cage, following the dip of my waist and settling on my hips.

“I want ye to ride me, sweetheart,” he said roughly. “Use my cock te get yerself off again.”

Fuck. His words alone might do that.

His words, and the look of pure worship on his face as I began to slide up and down his shaft, using the muscles of my legs to control the movement.

I could feel how very hard he was, his cock like a steel rod as I clenched around it, milking him with every roll of my hips. And even as another orgasm began to coil low in my belly, I focused on the man beneath me. On the broad sweep of his shoulders, the firm muscles of his chest. The way his biceps and forearms clenched as he gripped my hips. His strong, angular features, and the slight shadow of stubble that had grown on his jaw.

I loved this man.

I loved him with every damned part of myself, and I wanted him to know it.

To feel it.

Bracing my hands on his chest, I rocked my hips faster, riding him hard. The full lips I loved so much drew back in a grimace as his abs contracted, the muscles tensing and tightening. “Fuck, Ari. Ye feel so damn good.”

His words fed my determination, and I kept stroking his cock with my pussy until finally, his fingers dug hard into my hips. Holding me in place, he slammed into me from below—once, twice, three times.

Then, on a tortured groan, he spilled himself inside me, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me as I followed him over the edge.

He held me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe as the orgasm washed through both of us. But I didn’t

care. I hugged him back just as tightly, burying my face in his neck as a mix of emotions and physical sensations overwhelmed me.

His cock pulsed a few more times, and he shuddered in my arms.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, gripping each other so tight that no daylight could ever come between us. But slowly, incrementally, he relaxed in my hold. He sank back down to the floor, bringing me with him so that my body rested atop his. His cock slipped out of me, and I could hear the heavy beat of his heart beneath my ear.

His fingers traced a soft path up and down my spine as exhaustion crept up on both of us.

The last thing I heard before my eyes drifted shut were his whispered words.

“I won’t lose ye, Ari. Ever. I can’t.”

Chapter Twenty-One

We dozed in each other’s arms for a while, our breath falling into sync as I rested my head on his broad chest. Neither of us was fully asleep, but we weren’t fully awake either, hovering in that in-between place between consciousness and oblivion.

My leg was draped over Lachlan’s body, and one of his muscled arms wrapped around me, holding me close against him.

It was perfect.

There’d been a time in my life when the idea of cuddling after sex would’ve made me break out in a cold sweat. I would’ve run the other way if a guy had even suggested wanting to hang around after we both got off—hell, that’s exactly what I’d done with Merrick. I had run so far and so fast in the other direction that it’d taken us both getting hauled in to Magic Blessed Academy for our lives to intersect again.

But now?

Now these little moments with my three men were what gave me the strength to keep forging ahead, to keep moving down a path that could very well end in all of our deaths and the elimination of all wild magic users.

It’d taken me a hell of a long time to get here, but I had finally realized that caring about people wasn’t a weakness. Being loved wasn’t a weakness. It was my greatest strength.

Still half asleep, Lachlan tightened his grip on me, hauling me even closer so that I draped over his body, resting on his chest like a cat. His stunning green eyes blinked open, and the warmth and desire in their depths made my heart expand. Running his hands up the curve of my back, he threaded his fingers through my hair and lifted his head to kiss me.

Slow and deep, an exploration of my mouth, my lips, my tongue.

I fell into it, letting my body melt against his as I gave myself over to him entirely. As it always did with us, what started sweet and tender quickly grew heated and fierce, and I straddled him as I sat up, keeping our lips connected as he sat up with me.

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