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Braxton growled before shaking his head. He knew Jessa had eyes for no one but him, and I felt the same way about Maximus. I sent a pouring of love toward the vampire along our bond. He might not hear my thoughts but he could feel my warmth. A surging burn of emotion returned to me, and the fire in his gaze had me stumbling.

Lucky I had two gorgeous dudes on either side of me to keep me standing. My curiosity turned toward where this pack party was heading. When we reached the second floor I was amazed at the size of this level. It was huge: fifteen foot ceilings, giant log beams, and round spaces which spanned out and led to half a dozen huge timber doors.

We walked together all the way to the very end. No one seemed concerned to be leaving their own party, and I figured supes didn’t go crazy about things like that. No one was watching or judging, they were just having a good time.

Tyson placed his free hand on the door and I felt some sort of electrical current run along our joined palms. “We don’t let any but pack in here,” he said. I started trying to lean around him to see inside. What were they hiding in here? Torture chamber? Secret sex den? Candy store?

Damn, please let it be a candy store.

It was dark inside. Tyson released me to cross the room and open the curtains along the far wall. Behind them was a window that spanned the entire wall, like floor to ceiling, and it looked out into the forest. Actually, this side of the house was practically in the forest, so staring out that window was like sitting amongst the trees. The night sky was sparkling above, so many twinkling stars.

As I pulled my eyes from the view, I finally noticed the bed.
Oh my.
A rush of heat flushed out my cheeks, but I seriously didn’t even care. The bed was massive, like the size of three king sized beds all pushed together, and twice as long.

Jessa rushed to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “This is where we sleep when we pack bond. This is what strengthens our love and ties. This is where we cry and heal and support one another.”

I was blinking, unable to take my eyes off the lush mountain of blankets and pillows. Suddenly I felt exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to crawl in the middle there, burrow myself beneath the warmth, and stare out into the forest. Without warning, supes around me started to undress. Not all the way, but shoes and jackets were being thrown to the side. I was guessing there was other furniture in this room, things I hadn’t noticed and didn’t care about right now. Right now was all about this moment with my pack.

Maximus stood close to my back. I could feel him removing his jacket and boots. I only had on a dress and tights, so it was simple enough to drop off my sweater and kick free the black, shiny flats. Jessa and I then crawled across into the center. The mattress was like a cloud of orgasm. I sank into it and never wanted to come out. The four large shadows of the Compass quads followed us across. There was a ton of space on either side, but as Maximus settled in beside me, Braxton on Jessa’s other side, I knew that the boys would stay close to us. This was a bed built for a pack to grow, f
or children and other partners to come into it. It was a family puppy-pile, and my wolf was so freaking happy she was purring.

I could sense Jacob and Tyson on either end. All of us had our heads tilted back to see the stars above. Jessa and I were on our sides, facing each other, a comfortable way for us to sleep with our baby bellies. I couldn’t wait to sleep on my stomach again. I missed it so much.

Jessa reached out and grasped my hands, and Maximus settled in close enough that I could feel his warmth and smell the citrus, metallic and forest scents he always carried with him, wild and untamed but so comforting.

I tried so hard to stay awake, to cherish this moment with my family. Something I had never anticipated I’d get. But then Jacob started to sing. There was no resisting his voice. It was soaring and beautiful and had bumps rising across my skin. Fey had a special affinity for music, and the absolute emotion in Jacob’s voice literally took my breath away. As the song continued in a soft melody, my eyelids started forcing themselves closed. Arms wrapped around me and soft kisses pressed against my neck, just near the base of my right ear.

“Sleep, Mischa. We’ll keep you safe.” Maximus’ reassurance was the last thing I heard before darkness crashed into my mind, and I was out.

I woke a few times through the night. Nightmares of Kristoff’s torture, the effects of the Lunarti oil, and almost losing my daughter, hurtled into my dreams, snatching the peaceful slumber from me. But every time there were soft hands and warm hugs to bring me back, to remind me that I had escaped. I had survived. Kristoff did not best me, and I would not let his cruel actions continue to haunt me so strongly.

Despite the fact I wanted to be close to Maximus at all times, I liked that the quads switched positions around us to allow maximum bonding time for all. Even the possessive nature of Maximus and Braxton wasn’t bothered by this, which showed the true trust in this pack.

It was near dawn when I felt Braxton and Jessa leave the room. The dragon shifter lifted his sleeping mate into his arms and strode out the door. I was still half asleep when Maximus scooped me up, and that’s when I realized we were walking too, out of the pack room and into another one of the doors on this level.

Awareness returned as I realized I was in his room. Something panged in my heart as I wondered if this was the space he’d shared with Cardia. He must have noticed the look on my face. His somber expression was enough for me to pull myself together and school my thoughts.

“This is not the room I shared with her,” he said, caressing the side of my face. “I switched rooms right after the battle. I didn’t want the dark memories to taint my world any longer. There has never and will never be any other in this room or my life. It’s all you, Mischa Lebron.”

He set me on my feet, closing the door we’d just come through. My heart was lighter as I took a few steps into the suite. There was a roaring fireplace near a small sitting area. In the other corner was a huge king-sized bed, decked out with a dark, timber base and ornately carved headboard. I could see a sparkling bathroom through an open door to our left, and there, in an alcove near the far corner, was a beautifully-crafted cradle, dresser, and change table.

I stepped closer to the baby stuff, my eyes growing warm and damp by the pure perfection of it all. Like the furniture at my parents’ place, everything here was hand carved and painted in shades of white and cream. Dashes of lilac brightened up the area: a lilac duvet in the cradle, and lilac stuffed wolf sitting on the dresser. There were also splashes of green. I turned wide eyes on Maximus. When had he had time to do this?

He answered my unspoken question: “My brothers helped set this up while you were recovering in China. After we’ve dealt with Kristoff, we’re going to work out a proper space for her,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “But this will do for now. She’ll be close to us, and that sits right with me.”

My mate was one very thoughtful vampire. Desire and love was bursting from me, and I really couldn’t halt my legs as I scrambled toward him. He caught me with ease, his lips crashing into mine as passion burst to life between us.

“Thank you,” I murmured between kisses. “Thank you for everything. For her. For us.”

Maximus’ eyes went black then, and my stomach did flip-flops. He moved in an instant, lifting me up and striding toward the bed. When we reached the thick mattress he laid me on my side and spread out next to me. His mouth was on mine, and I lost myself in the hot, hot kisses he was dishing out.

There was no way to stop, my body was on fire. I needed him to touch me, every part of me.
      

“Tell me if you want to wait until after she’s born,” he said, running his hand across the bump. “Not sure I can stop, but I’ll try for you.”

I wiggled closer, my hormones screaming inside. “If you stop, I’ll probably combust, and that can’t be good for anybody.”

He grinned, all shiny teeth and wicked dimples. Without any hesitation, he devoured me with a thoroughness that I remembered quite well. He had been like that last time, so attentive, so consumed by our lovemaking, as if he saw no one but me, as if he had never seen anyone but me. The first time we came together I’d been confused by that intensity. Now I understood. It was our bond.

Somehow my clothes disappeared, and so did his. His hands were large enough to thoroughly caress my body as he ran them down me. Everywhere he touched burned, until my skin was on fire, my lower body moving uncontrollably.

“Max, please. I need you to … holy … need.”

Nothing made sense, but he understood, and the caresses soon turned much more specific. His tongue followed the path of his hands, and under his expert movements the pleasure inside of me skyrocketed and I exploded into a million pieces. It took me a long time to pull my shattered core back together. That had been so much more than last time. The surge of emotion and love in our bond was working strongly, adding an intensity and strength to the attraction between us.

I wanted to touch him, my hands reaching out to caress the velvety hardness of him. He groaned against me before stilling my hand. “I have no control when it comes to you, and right now I need to be inside you.”

He turned me on my side, spooning his large body behind me. His hand came over the front to lift my leg. I felt his hardness against my core.

I had forgotten to ask Jessa about pregnant sex, but it didn’t seem like Maximus needed any instruction. Lifting my leg slightly higher, he moved and in one smooth thrust slid inside of me. My moan was loud, that first sensation of fullness enough to have me already on the path to a second orgasm. Maximus was a huge guy, and the first time I’d worried that it was going to be impossible to fit all of him inside without permanent damage. Now I knew the only permanent damage was my addiction to him. Something I could live with.

Using his strength to hold me up, he continued to move slowly against me, sliding all the way in before pulling out just as far, each movement exquisite torture. I hooked my leg around him to give more access, which freed up his hand. He touched the center of my body and stroked the sensitive nub there in time to the thrusts of his body.

Holy shit. Hell. Fuck. It was time to pull out the curses. Gosh-golly-gee was not going to cut it here.

“Max,” I cried out, the sensations so strong.

“Stay with me, Misch,” he said, gutturally. “I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.”

In that second I splintered apart, and the million pieces from before was nothing compared to the surging pleasure spiraling through every facet of my being. Maximus followed close after, his voice low and urgent as he thrust a few more times before groaning out my name.

It took a long time for my pulse to slow and my breathing to regain control. Maximus didn’t withdraw from me and I loved the sensation of such closeness with him. Eventually we had to clean up. I found myself standing in a huge shower stall, multiple jets pulsing at me and Maximus worshipping my body like he’d never seen a woman before. Which, based on his skills, was far from the truth. His fangs were showing, and I tilted my head back for him, but he shook his head.

“Not while you’re pregnant, Misch. You need to be at full strength. Very soon though I will taste you …” his mouth was moving again, and I lost all coherent thought.

Eventually he wrapped his arms around me and we sank to the floor. He cradled me between his legs and we let the water beat down on us. I was trembling, but there was no fear or worry in my mind. I wiggled myself around a little so I could see his face, the water dripping from his long black lashes, the dirty blond of his hair darkening to a deep, rich umber. In that moment there was nothing between us, no secrets, lies, or hurt. We were just two supes, bonded for life and totally wrapped up in each other.

“I love you, Mischa.”

He said it so strongly, nothing but surety in his words. Which made those perfect words seem so much more. His hands reached up and cradled my face and I let some of the tears leak out, knowing they were well hidden in the water streaming down my face.

“Even the strongest of mate spells could not come close to mimicking this bond between us,” he continued. “You’re everything to me and I love you so damn much.”

My lips crashed into his, and I was crying even harder. “I love you too. So damn much.”

Whatever barriers had been between us crashed and burned in that moment, and then I could feel him. In my mind. In my soul. The same way that Jessa and I were connected, that bond just settled into place.

Baby?

I laughed out loud, before pressing my head down to rest against his hard chest.

Our love broke the barriers.

He wrapped me up and peppered kisses across my cheeks and down to my lips.
Your love set me free.

His love had set me free too, free from loneliness and pain. Free from a life half-lived.

 

Maximus Compass

 

I awoke moments before the alarms started blaring across Stratford. There had been a breach. I could feel it in my connection to the town’s securities. My eyes dropped down to the mess of dark hair beneath my hands. I’d had Mischa so tightly wrapped around me when we went to sleep that her hair was tangled around my arm.

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