Page 69 of Stay Little Fighter

Tears for all the years we lost and all the ones ahead of us.

“Fuck.” He swallows heavily.

Damon drops one hand to my hip and keeps the other on my cheek, keeping our faces so close every breath he takes whispers across my face.

Logically I know the others are watching us, that we’re not alone in this perfect moment, but something about that knowledge makes it more perfect.

Because every piece of my heart is here watching as the final one clicks into place.

We don’t move immediately, just enjoying one another for long seconds that could be minutes for all I know. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re finally here, that after all these years we found our way to one another.

“You’re perfect, Duchess.” He takes my lips in a slow kiss that takes my breath away, his tongue slipping into my mouth and devouring me with an onslaught of emotions that make my heart burst. “So fucking tight and wet.”

His grip on my hip urges me to move, guiding me to grind on his hardness in a way that has stars dancing in my vision.

It’s intense, but maybe I should have expected that.

“Damon,” I whine as my pussy flutters around him. I’m so close, my mind is long past foggy, and my hips move on instinct and his guidance alone.

“I’ve got you, Duchess. I promise I’ll catch you when you fall.”

The release I’ve been desperate for washes over me in slow, intense waves of pleasure that have me gasping for air.

Damon’s voice is a constant symphony in my ear.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock. Take everything you need from me. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Each word drags out my orgasm, and when my eyes finally come into focus, I realize how hard he’s trying to hold onto his own composure.

There’s a thick vein running down his arm, and his jaw clenches so hard I’m concerned it’s going to crack. And yet his hold on me is gentle, reverent even.

“You back with me, sweet girl?” he murmurs, and I nod, despite my body still trembling from my release. “I’m never going to get sick of watching you come, Chloe. King’s obsessed with edging you, but I think I’m going to be obsessed with forcing you to come over and over again until you beg me to stop.”

I gasp at the threat, earning me chuckles from around the room, and it’s only now I remember Damon’s still inside me and hasn’t come.

Rolling my hips, I drag a rough groan from his chest. “You want my cum, Duchess?”

“So badly,” I whimper. “Please, Damon.”

“Fuck,” he rumbles. “How am I supposed to refuse you when you sound so pretty begging for my cum?”

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

RONAN

NOW

If you told me ten years ago that I would enjoy watching the love of my life fuck my brother, I would have laughed and then punched you in the throat for suggesting such a thing.

There was a part of me that always knew they had feelings for one another, and I was never bothered by it, but I knew they wouldn’t act on it, especially when they started hating one another.

But love isn’t linear. It’s not always as simple as having one person you love for your entire life. For me it is, because Chloe is without a doubt my soulmate, but the idea of sharing her with the other men in this room doesn’t fill me with jealousy or dread. It settles something inside me. The part of me that wants to give her everything, wanting to be with her every minute of every day to keep her safe and happy.

And it doesn’t hurt that it’s hot as hell watching the way she moves with them, the way they make her come, the way they each give her something she craves.

So the Ronan of ten years ago might not have been able to see this future, but the one of now is fucking ecstatic this is where life has led us.

Damon stares at Chloe with so much adoration I blink to make sure I’m not hallucinating. The change in him has been night and day, because not even the wall he built between them was strong enough to survive almost losing her.