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"I' for a tee-oh" Her voice was throaty from her screams of pleasure

He'd been insatiable, taking her repeatedly, determined to satisfy her in every way They'd both been so er that at one point, he had indeed worried about Conall

Their new ho as time

"Perhaps when you reach e, you will no' peak so early" He tucked her hair behind her wee ear,at his ferant you a reprieve But know that it's reluctant and verra temporary"

"Good" She was dreaers over his chest

He'd sought peace with her, and he'd found it Will felt right with the world for the first ti he'd felt wrong

Chloe had given hiods, so had she

"I still can't believe you kept your beast on the leash"

He shrugged h he was daht of the full moon, if that's your wish"

"Can it hear me?"

"Aye" He let it stir "Try now"

She cupped his face, gazing into his eyes "You were so good tonight In one month's time I'll have the sweetest treats for you"

Putting the beast to bed, Will said, "And what treats are those? A Lykae's curiosity is a powerful thing"

"I know," sheheavier "You'll have to wait to see, MacRieve"

He curled a finger under her chin "Will"

"Hmm?"

"I want you to call me Will"

His name on her lips and a smile on her face, she fell asleep, with him still inside her

Chapter Fifty

You're deft at this," MacRieve told her as they practiced attacks and parries with swords

For the last four days, he'd been training her to use various weapons, so she could protect herself Though he'd had to ad, you could probably just crush your opponents"

Chloe had never in her life felt so powerful-or so connected to another being If she thought she'd been energized fro Scot was in love with her and they were y If she were still playing sports, his stuff would be banned

And MacRieve-or rather, Will-was stronger than he'd ever been She was trying to remember to call him Will, but it would take a while

He thrust his sith a quick jab

She easily deflected it "Sword-fighting is just like soccer Read opponent, adjust tactic,to be so bad-ass at this"

He scratched his head with one hand while he twirled his sith the other "You kind of already are"

"So are there any Lore competitions I could enter?" Today would've been check-in for the Oly new life was opening up for her, she still missed aspects of her old one

"There's one competition We old ones like to call it survival"

She laughed "Smart-ass"

He grinned "Doona worry If you've got a skill in the Lore, there will be so an Accession But then, I have a feeling you'll enjoy war It's like sports, though sudden death actually raphed to the left, then struck to the right

She blocked and e it midair to a one-handed sweep

MacRieve barely blocked it, raising his brows again "You vow you've never held a blade in your hands?"

"It's in rin, she brushed off one shoulder, then the other "Raw talent Rookie phenohting fam"

He'd relayed all that had occurred in the Ubus Realm She'd been amazed by the develop had been fated

That littlest hope-spark? Now an inferno, never to be extinguished

Theafter the full moon, she'd wanted to let her new kin know that she was okay, but there'd been no need They'd found a note from Nieve affixed to the front door:

Judging by the shock waves originating froht, we assume you've made a complete recovery-and that Uilleam MacRieve, Lord of Conall, is indeed your fatedus for our Cider Fair

The fair was this weekend, and MacRieve had readily agreed to take her: "They healed my mate For that, I'll even be civil to Nieve"

In truth, she was a little eain By now everyone in that realm would know she'd been hauled off by a ravenous olf for Richter-scale sex under the full moon That was probably scandalous, even to the Ubus

She shrugged Oh, well, I'll be sure to wear red

Only a few thingsremorse over the way he'd treated her She made sure to jank him continually for all his uilt

Yesterday he'd drawn her close, saying against her hair, "I canna get enough of you, Chloe Gods help me, I know I never will"

"I'm sure it's just my strew-oh, wait"

He'd nipped her neck, hter

Her confusion over her father was another source of worry When she and MacRieve talked late into the night, they'd discussed his childhood and Ruelle, his parents-and her dad

By clinging to so loyal-or willfully blind? MacRieve had been grievously harmed by him Immortals all over the Lore had Her relatives believed Preston Webb had killed Chloe's own ment until she'd heard his side of the story

Which ht never happen

For MacRieve's part, he'd relinquished his urge for vengeance, explaining, "I canna kill my mate's sire I'm too much in his debt Without him, no Chloe"

Now MacRieve said, "I doona understand why Munro has no' rung me back"

Another worry He couldn't get in touch with his brother

MacRieve had left his first e for Munro the day after the fullhis phone on the bathrooether

She shivered to recall that shower MacRieve had knelt before her, placing a hand over her belly "When you're ready, I'oin' tae put a babe in here" His hand had been so hot, even in the water "Mayhap even twins" He'd gazed up at her, his eyes flickering "Honor me so?"

Breathless, she'd only been able to nod

"Tha gradh agam ort, Chloe I love you And I'ly-washed her fro her body When she'd done the sa led to another