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Part Nine:The others stood transfixed, watching the green, black and red flames that spiraled into the air where the Azazel had fallen. Fresh demon spawn streaked toward his beloved. Rémy sprinted to the beasts now holding Denysé captive. He twirled the sword in a figure eight, slashing the first demon across the torso; it dissolved into ashes immediately. The last he ran through, a strong thrust to its core. It, too, crumbled into a pile of black dust. All the demons had now been vanquished. As soon as she was free, Denysé charged into his arms, clinging to Rémy as if never to let go.
“I’m here, ma chère, I’m here.” He pulled her into an embrace, dropping the sword and falling to his knees.
Covering her lips with his, he kissed her, desperate to absorb her into every fiber of his being. She sobbed going limp in his arms. He sheltered her. He would always shelter her as long as had breath in his body.
“Je t’aime,” he whispered, rocking her.
“I knew you would come―even though you shouldn’t,” She hiccupped out the words.
Brushing the hair back from her face, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I will always come for you. Never doubt that.”
She cradled his face in her hands. “I never did.”
A soft clearing of throats interrupted their reunion. Loath to do it, he glanced up at the faces peering down.
Aimé put a hand on Rémy’s shoulder. “Shall we get out of this Gods forsaken place, so that you two might continue your reunion…in private.”
Denysé peered up at Rémy’s youngest brother. “Oh yeah.”
Vasya picked up the Aducător de moarte, wielding it over his head and then slamming its point into the ground. A flash of pure light and white flame exploded from the sword. The landscape melted around them and, suddenly, Rémy and the rest of them found themselves in the garden behind the church, dawn just beginning to break. While the rose color of the sunrise was undoubtedly beautiful, the way Denysé gazed up at him, a faint smile on her face, was the most magnificent sight he had ever seen.
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The litter of empty champagne bottles and breakfast plates surrounded the triumphant group. Room service had struggled to keep up with the large order, but now that the shifters and Cindy and Denysé had sated their hunger, it was time to close this horrifying chapter of their lives. Though the parting was bittersweet, Cindy knew something unparalleled had occurred the past couple days.
Matéo dipped his head to Vasya, clasping the wolf prince’s forearm. “I meant what I said, Viscount. Clan des Quatre-Frères is at your service, should service be required.”
“I appreciate the sacred covenant we have forged. I may call on you one day, but trust I will never do so lightly,” Vasya clapped the Lord Alpha’s shoulder.
“Aimé.” Vasya turned to the youngest brother. “You command respect beyond your years. Your calm under duress and sacred powers do you much credit.”
Aimé embraced Vasya briefly and then turned to leave with Matéo.
Rémy, Denysé secured at his side, collected her belongings.
“You will excuse us if we take a few days to…” Rémy groped for words.
“Reconnect,” Denysé grinned up at her big, bad wolf. “We’re off to Château Arcadia.”
“But of course,” Vasya bowed and drew Denysé’s hand to his lips. “I will confer with you after you…rest.”
She nodded, kissing Vasya’s cheek.
Hugging Denysé and Rémy, Cindy said through tears, “We totally missed the book signing.”
Both women dissolved into laughter, their chosen wolves exchanging confused glances.
“Have fun. I love you both.” Cindy embraced Denysé and Rémy again.
Rémy leveled his gaze at Vasya. “Be kind to nôtre écrivaine. Or I will hunt you down and there is no force in heaven or on earth that can protect you.”
“I believe you, warrior.” Vasya lowered his head, a sign of respect Rémy seemed to recognize. “I will treat her as the lady she is.”
A curt nod passed between them.
Once the alliance had dispersed and all the crying and hugs were done, Cindy gazed up at Vasya.
“Alone at last,” Vasya murmured, brushing her hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.
“Yes.” She chuckled, suddenly aware of the hulking male before her.
“Shall we pick up where we left off?”
“No.” She shook her head. “We are different than we were before.”
He smiled. Perhaps it was the truest smile she had ever seen from him. “We are different, but that change only bonds us more.”
Resting her head on his chest, she sighed. “Very true. I’m not sure how I’ll ever understand all of this.”
“Then do not endeavor to understand; simply move forward.”
She glanced up at him, his dark eyes gleamed with desire. Need flamed in her abdomen, racing between her legs.
No more words, he grazed his mouth along the edges of hers. Her core turned to liquid, her legs suddenly weak.
Cupping her face in his hands, Vasya nipped and licked at her tongue as he guided her blindly to the bed. She pulled at his shirt tails and popped open the buttons. Huffing his approval, he shook off the silken shirt and shimmied her dress over her head then slung it to the floor. She let her fingers trip along is bare, taut abs.
In a frenzy, they stripped each other of the remaining clothes, leaving a trail of garments in their wake. His lips engulfed hers and they tumbled onto the bed.
He brushed locks of hair from her shoulders and covered her face with kisses. His hand straying between her legs, he stroked at the soft folds of skin. Though already wet and she was more than willing to give herself to him now, Vasya was nothing if not patient and thorough in his seduction.
A thick finger plunged deep inside her and she gasped at the heat of it. More kisses absorbed her guttural moans. Then, his mouth seared a path down to her nipples, lingered there a while and continued down to her pussy. Long strokes with his tongue teased the length of her slit until she practically begged him to enter her. Moving up her body with the same unhurried pace, he grazed his lips over her bare form, each of his light nibbles and caresses sending the skin beneath it into an involuntary shivers. She trembled below him, her chest rising and falling with even panted breath.
His shaft pressed against her opening, an implicit question which she answered by lifting her hips, drawing him deep inside of her. He let out an elongated sigh and pressed his pelvis flush against her abdomen. His mouth hovered just above hers; his exhalations surrounding her with his rich scent.
Their bodies moved with fluidity, her legs splayed wide to draw all of him inside. Hands clinging to the back of his neck, she clamped her eyes shut, pleasure flooding her core. His urgent rhythm spurred on burning pleasure and tension. She took several deep, slow breaths and sank into the moment. Only Vasya, only his flesh on her flesh. Their bodies together and the private world that unison created.
He hooked his arms under her shoulders, letting his mouth travel from her lips to her neck and breasts then made a return path to her mouth. Gasps she knew to be her own, but that sounded as though they came from some far away voice rumbled inside her chest. Pressing their foreheads together she opened her eyes and found his steady onyx gaze.
She watched his face. Every ripple that moved through her, every new height she experienced, his expression reflected that sensation. Even as her mouth fell open to gulp in air, his gaze didn’t falter.
Tremors began as mere quivers, but built in intensity and power. Her sharp cry rang out as an orgasm marked the peak of all that she felt. And still, his stare captured her. Her body curled and shook against his and—as she’d grown to expect of him—he sheltered her, even after her quaking calmed.
Moving his grasp to her hips, Vasya hung on to her, pushing himself closer to coming. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but he paced his panting and didn’t slow. A final thrust forward and arched back heralded his climax. She held on to his shoulders and breathed with him, her eyes wide open, drinking in the sight of her lover and the ecstasy that gripped him.
Drained, but aglow, he relaxed his body against her. Between heavy exhalations, he nuzzled her jawline and neck. Slowly, he withdrew and eased to the side of her, hooking a leg over her thighs. A finger traced her bare breast, teasing the still hard nipple.
“Vasya.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder.
“Don’t speak, bella.”
Placing a gentle finger to her lips, he quieted her. “I know our realms are worlds apart. Enjoy the moment. The peace that you feel, I feel it too.”
A sigh shaking her ribcage, she nuzzled his strong chest. He was right. All she had to do was be here. Now.
As she drifted off to sleep, she stroked the locket still hanging around her neck.
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