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  We get to be part of this thing.

  I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.

  I don’t know what’s going to happen with Lucky.

  I don’t know what’s going to happen with the clan, but I know one thing: our relationship here, in this room, is perfect.

  And nothing is going to change that.

  I push deeper into Sabrina, and she groans, humming against Wilson’s dick.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs.

  “So fucking pretty,” I say. “That’s what you are, Sabrina. Pretty. You look so damn good with our cocks inside of you, sweetie.”

  “Mmm,” Wilson murmurs in agreement. “You’re going to make me come with that beautiful mouth of yours, Sabrina.”

  His words seem to egg her on and she sucks harder, faster. She tightens her pussy around my cock and as I plunge deeper into her, I feel like my entire world is going to explode.

  It’s going to burst apart if I’m not careful.

  I wasn’t looking for love in Fablestone. I wasn’t looking for anything at all, except maybe a little bit of redemption. What I found was so much more than that, though. What I found was something incredibile.

  Sabrina may be my doctor, but my inner tiger loves her more than its loved anything. Ever.

  And I know that Wilson is right when he says she’s our mate.

  Sabrina is too much woman for just one man. She’s much too incredible. No, she deserves both of us to love her and cherish her and take care of her. She deserves both of us to be kind to her, to play with her. She’s a princess, and we’re going to make sure she’s treated like the royalty that she is.

  One thrust at a time.

  “I’m close,” he murmurs. “Baby, you should come again.”

  “Good idea,” I agree, and I slide my hands between her legs and start to rub her pussy once more. This time, she’s coming almost instantly. It only takes a few strokes of my fingers to push her into a second orgasm, and her pussy pulsing around me sends me over the edge, too. Somewhere in my vision, I see Wilson losing control, and he comes, too.

  This is it.

  I come apart.

  Everything goes white, then black, then bright.

  My entire world seems to explode into wonder and chaos at the same time, and I don’t know how I managed to live this long without this wonderful girl in my life.

  In our lives.

  She’s perfect.

  She’s wonderful.

  She’s ours.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sabrina

  “I don’t want you to go,” I whisper.

  It’s been a wonderful day of love and pleasure and sweetness. Being with Wilson and Reece has shown me just how much I don’t know about the world: just how much I don’t understand. More than that, they’ve shown me what I’ve been missing.

  They’ve shown me just how much I really crave this togetherness, this wonder.

  And I don’t want Wilson to leave.

  “It’s going to be okay,” he says, pulling me close.

  After we made love again this morning, we all spent over an hour in the shower together. Wilson and Reece both have enormous walk-in showers. I know because they gave me a full tour of the house and all I can say is damn.

  This place is insane.

  After showering, we ate, made love again, showered again, and then ate some more.

  Now it’s almost dusk and I’m sore, sated, and happy, but I’m also scared.

  “You don’t know that,” I tell him.

  “I’m good at what I do, love.”

  “Anyone can make a mistake,” I point out.

  “True, but I won’t.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  I’m close to crying.

  Me, the doctor.

  Me, the woman.

  Me, the lover.

  I’m about to cry over a guy I barely know. I’m about to cry over a boy who has a job to do. It’s been a long-ass time since I cried over a lover. Well, except for my ex-wife.

  I don’t know if I can ever stop crying over her.

  But with her, things were different.

  I cried over her because she broke me, because she didn’t want me anymore. I cried because we had something beautiful, and in my eyes, she threw it all away.

  With Wilson, I’m going to cry for a very different reason.

  I’m going to cry because I can’t stand the thought of losing him.

  “Sabrina,” he says, and he tilts my chin up. His eyes search mine, and yeah, he can tell that I’m about to start bawling like a baby. “I promise I will come back to you.”

  And there they are.

  The tears come hard and fast and ugly.

  I start sobbing as I throw myself into his arms.

  In my line of work, I have to be calm and collected 100% of the time. No matter what I’m doing, I have to be in control. When a patient comes into my office and shares a dark, terrible secret with me, I can’t react, or they’ll shut down emotionally. If someone comes in and admits they’re having an affair, I can’t have a negative response. If someone tells me they’re thinking about killing themselves, I can’t freak out.

  But now, in this moment, I am absolutely, totally, and completely freaking out.

  I’m totally losing myself.

  And I don’t want to.

  I don’t want to lose myself right now.

  “Please,” I whisper, begging.

  I’m not above begging.

  Not for him.

  “Sabrina, it’s going to be okay,” Reece says now. He comes up behind me and starts to rub my back. “I promise that everything is going to be fine.”

  “This is something we have to do, love.”

  “It’s for our clan, Sabrina,” Reece says, and I think it’s the first time I’ve heard him refer to Fablestone as his.

  He always refers to it as “this place” or “the clan,” but he’s never used a word like “ours.” He’s never used that sort of possessive pronoun, and I turn around and look at him in surprise. Wilson seems to notice, too.

  “That’s right, brother,” he says.

  Reece nods and leans down to kiss me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “But Sabrina, I hate to see you cry. I will stay with you the entire time they’re gone, okay? We’ll pass the time together.”

  “Okay,” I nod, but I’m still not totally okay with this.

  I’m not on board with the idea of one of my guys going away to a terrible place to fight terrible people who have done terrible things. Fablestone has suffered enough without us having to deal with this, too. I want to just be able to move forward from all the havoc Lucky has wreaked.

  I don’t want to be stuck in a world where my boyfriend is going off to fight an impossible war.

  I don’t want to live without him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Wilson

  The single worst thing I’ve ever done in my life wasn’t picking on Benjamin Reynolds in the 4th grade.

  It wasn’t losing my mind and getting angry at my clan when something out of their control shook my confidence.

  It wasn’t even losing my hope when my wife passed away.

  Nope, the very worst thing – the thing more terrible than anything else – is when I walked away from Reece and Sabrina.

  Walking away took all of my energy. Now that I’m outside of my office waiting for everyone else to show up, I wonder how I managed to make it here. It doesn’t make any sense, to be honest. I walked away and she was still crying, and Reece was trying to comfort her.

  I should have stayed.

  My inner-dragon, selfish bastard that he is, wanted me to stay. He wants to go back, even now, and it’s taking everything I have in me not to turn around and do it.

  I want to go back to her.

  To them.

  I want to go back and promise Sabrina that I’ll stay forever and that nothing will ever take me away from her.

  “Hey,
are you okay?” Marta walks up to the office. Her hands are on her hips and she looks like she’s ready for war. Her hair is tightly braided and pulled back, and she’s wearing a thin tank top and tight pants. She’s not coming with us. In fact, as soon as we break out and take off, she’ll head into the computer center here in Fablestone and start working her magic.

  Jeremy and Marta are going to be our eyes and ears while we’re in the sky.

  They’re going to make sure that everything that happens today goes according to plan, even though I’m certain nothing will go wrong.

  Nothing can go wrong.

  “I’m okay,” I say.

  “Lies,” Lawrence comes up and pats me on the back.

  “Hey, cut him some slack. You were young and in love once,” Lee points out.

  “Now that we’re all here,” I say drily.

  “Not everyone,” Cameron says. He comes sauntering up and raises an eyebrow in my general direction. “Rough morning?”

  “Something like that.”

  “She didn’t want you to come, huh?”

  The group falls silent, but to my surprise, I don’t feel judged or awkward. Nobody here is upset about the fact that I don’t really want to be here. What matters most is that I get my head in the game and that I lead my group to victory today.

  We’ve been fighting for so long.

  What we need more than anything is a reprieve.

  What we need is a time when we can just relax and be safe.

  “Not so much,” I admit.

  “It’s normal,” Cameron says. “My mate is upset with me, too.”

  “And mine,” Lee adds.

  “Mine, too,” Lawrence jumps in.

  Marta doesn’t have a husband or a wife, but she’s respectful of our plight. She doesn’t roll her eyes, which is nice because she very well could. It would be well within her rights to tell us that we’re all crazy and that this is the world’s stupidest problem.

  She doesn’t.

  “It’ll get easier,” she promises.

  “How can you be sure?” I shake my head. “I think Sabrina will always be worried about me.”

  “Of course, she will. She’s your mate. It’s kind of her job to worry, you know?” Marta looks at us each in turn and then she smiles.

  “But this is it, boys. The next time we go out on a mission, it’s not going to be this bad or this deadly or this wild. It’s not going to be this terrible. Tonight’s mission is by far the very worst. Everything that happens next will be...well, it won’t be nearly as chaotic, that’s for damn sure.”

  “Here, here,” Lee says with a wink.

  Marta just sticks her tongue out at him.

  I look at my little group and I smile. This is it. We’ve got this. We’re going to be okay because we’re all in this together and we have each other’s backs. I know that no matter how afraid we might be, we’re going to get this thing done because we’re a team, and we love each other.

  “Everybody ready?” I ask.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Lee says.

  “Nervous, but good,” Lawrence, ever the honest one, adds.

  “Let’s end this thing,” Cameron agrees. He’s lost more than many when it comes to dealing with Lucky, but we’ve all been affected by this terrible organization. The woman who runs it is an evil bitch and I’m beyond ready to stop her.

  “Let’s go over the plans one more time,” Marta says. “Just to be sure.”

  We’re taking in a very small group because we’re doing two things: destroying their headquarters and destroying their reputation at the same time. With this sort of double-whammy, we should be able to attack the group’s headquarters at a time when the building is empty. Nobody should get hurt tonight.

  Tonight is about ending their company: not about destroying the employees who work for someone they may or may not know is evil.

  Marta helps us run over the plans again. Our plan of attack is very straightforward. In addition to the four of us going, we’ll be joined by four members of our sister-clan, Thunderstorm. Those members will attack one side of the building and we’ll get the other. With eight dragons attacking a corporate building in the middle of the evening, it’s my hope that Lucky, AKA Providential, won’t stand a chance.

  And with the video that Marta and Jeremy will be releasing, the stock prices of Providential should absolutely plummet.

  The world thinks that they’re doing their best to save the dragons. The human world, and even most of the shifter world, has no idea that Lucky is actually systematically hunting our kind.

  Well, that all ends today.

  It stops now.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sabrina

  They’ve been gone too long.

  They’ve been gone for what seems like hours.

  Maybe days.

  I glance over at the clock and see that it’s only been about an hour and a half, and I realize that I’m going crazy.

  This definitely isn’t going to work.

  I’m losing my mind over something that I can’t control and it’s time for me to get my head back in the game.

  “Knock-knock,” Reece is at the door to his bedroom. I’m sprawled out on his bed, doing my best to minimize the total freak-out I’m having.

  “You don’t have to say knock-knock,” I point out.

  “Made you smile, though.”

  “A little.”

  He comes over and sits on the edge of the bed.

  “Sabrina, are you having trouble with your thoughts, little one?”

  “I’m your doctor,” I say. “You can’t call me little one.”

  He smiles and leans over, so his lips are at my ear, and then he whispers to me in a voice so sultry it goes straight to my panties.

  “You didn’t seem to mind my pet names for you when you were grinding up against my cock last night, baby.”

  Instantly, I’m aroused. I shouldn’t be. Not like this, but dirty talk is a huge weakness of mine. I love it. I love hearing all the dirty things that Reece and Wilson have to say around me. I love listening to them talk about me. I love seeing what creative ways they can come up with to torture me.

  “That might be true,” I whisper.

  “But?”

  “No but. It’s true.”

  He laughs and climbs over me. He pins my wrists above my head and starts kissing me. Whatever magic he’s trying to work, it’s effective because for the first time since Wilson walked out the door, I’m not panicking.

  I’m just...feeling.

  I’m allowing myself to feel everything Reece has to offer to me, and I’m completely okay with this. I’m comfortable with it. I’m loving it.

  And I’m afraid that I’m losing myself to him completely.

  Not that I mind.

  I don’t.

  I carried the weight of my failed relationship alone for such a long time and to have both Reece and Wilson accept me in spite of that means the world to me. It means everything to me. Now things are going to change for us. I know that when Wilson comes back, our world will be different.

  We’ll either be safer here in Fablehaven than we ever have before.

  Or we’ll be broken.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Reece says, breaking our kiss.

  “Okay.”

  “I promise, Sabrina.”

  “I believe you.”

  “You know, when he comes back, he’s going to want us to have a mating ceremony.”

  I hesitate for a second as I look up at him. A mating ceremony? Us? The look of confusion on my face must be evident because Reece laughs as he kisses me again.

  “You don’t have to make a decision right away, baby. Nothing is official, but you know how we feel about you: how we both feel about you.”

  “I know,” I whisper. It feels like a strange time to be having the where-is-this-relationship-going talk, but at the same time, it feels okay. What better time to discuss the future then when I’m pinned down and can�
��t run away from him?

  “Do you believe me?”

  “More than anything.”

  “Then kiss me.”

  And so, I kiss him.

  I kiss Reece over and over again, until my lips are swollen, and my mouth is tired, and until everything else fades away in the beautiful of this moment.

  And I’m suddenly filled with the knowledge that no matter what happens next, everything is going to be okay, somehow. The universe managed to bring us all together, and the universe is going to bring Wilson back to us. It just has to. This can’t be how my story ends. I won’t let it.

  “Close your eyes,” Reece whispers, and I do.

  I close my eyes, and just feel. Reece makes love to me slowly, taking his time to explore every part of my body. He worships me over and over again with his tongue, with his cock, and with his lips, and by the time I pass out from the pleasure, I’m not scared anymore. Somehow, he’s managed to find a way to help me calm down.

  Somehow, he’s reminded me that everything is going to be okay.

  Somehow.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Wilson

  Our flight is silent and it’s dark when we arrive.

  Not that I expected anything else.

  Before we left, we each put in a special earpiece. It stays in whether we’re in shifter form or human form, which means if we shift to our usual selves, we can speak with one another. Even in our dragon forms, Marta and Jeremy can talk to us. They can track us and see exactly where we are. More importantly, they can warn us about any unforeseen circumstances.

  When you’re fighting something like this, anything unexpected is generally a terrible thing.

  The entire flight was wrought with questions.

  What if it goes wrong?

  What if there are people in the building?

  What if it goes right?

  What if this is the end?

  The idea that this could be the final chapter in our fight against Lucky is thrilling to me. I love the idea that this could be it. After years of pain and agony and fighting, this could finally give us the closure we need to keep going.

  This could be it.

  We circle the building just once. I can see Clan Thunderstorm doing the same thing. We’re going to make this quick and simply. In and out. Over and done.