“How much money is all that?” he asked idly as he sipped his champagne.
“Several million,” Mr. Reinhardt said.
At that, Selena blanched and put her hands down. “What?”
“Several million,” the jeweler repeated.
“How much are these things?” she demanded. And then, when informed what the square on her pinkie was worth, she exclaimed, “Dearest Virgin Scribe!”
There was an awkward moment as Trez wished he’d STFU’d. “Selena, I’m not thinking about the price—”
“You should be!” She started taking the rings off at a furious pace. “I haven’t spent a lot of time on this side, but I’ve learned a thing or two about human money—”
“Will you give us a moment?” Trez said smoothly. “And you can take these away if you’re worried about the security.”
“Your credentials have been well verified, Mr. Latimer.” The man got to his polished shoes. “Take your time.”
The second the door closed behind the man, Selena turned to him. “Trez, I don’t want you spending this kind of money on me.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a waste. I’m not going to wear the thing for centuries.”
He exhaled like someone had kicked him in the chest. “Yeah, wow. You’re really missing the point here if you think I’m looking for some kind of time value on the cash.” He gathered her hands. “I want to do you right. I want … I just want this experience with you, okay? This time, right here”—he motioned around the desk—“this is our infinity. It’s happening right here, right now. So let’s get you the biggest fucking ring in this place and a pair of earrings to match. Let’s just say fuck-you to dying, all right?”
She blinked fast. “Oh, Trez…”
He picked up one of the rings she had thrown back on the velvet tray and put it over the nail of her ring finger. “Come on, say it with me.”
“Say what?”
“‘Fuck you, death.’”
“Trez. Don’t be ridiculous—”
“Hey, on the outside chance the Grim Reaper is listening, I think he needs to know how much we hate his ass. Come on, my queen, say it with me. ‘Fuck you, death.’”
She put her free hand up to hide an off-kilter smile. “You’re crazy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know—and stop ducking this. ‘Fuck you, death!’” When she just mumbled the words, he shook his head. “Nope. Louder. ‘Fuck you, death!’”
Selena started to laugh. “This isn’t funny.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” He smiled and nodded at her, still poised with the ring at the top of her finger. “All together—like he can hear you.”
“Fuck you, death!” she hollered. Then she smiled broadly. “Fuck you, death!”
He slid the ring home and sat back, staring at the sparkler. “You know, I really like that one, actually.”
Selena peered over her hand and regarded the grape-size, pear-shaped rock. “Oh … boy. It’s so big.”
“That’s what she said.”
As they both started to laugh, he pulled her in by the back of the neck and kissed her. “You want to keep trying on some more?”
She shook her head. “No, this is perfect. I want this one.”
Putting her beautiful hand out, she did that thing females did with rings, pursing her lips and smiling to herself.
God, I love you, he thought, you perfect, perfect female of worth.
“Are you sure it’s not too expensive?” she said.
“No matter the cost”—he kissed her again—“it’s yours.”
iAm got naked really damn fast. As soon as he was birthday-suit ready, he wanted to go down on maichen—even though he had no idea what to do to a female below the waist, he was three hundred ready to find the hell out.
Didn’t happen.
The wrench in the works was when he got within range of her, his sex brushing up against hers as he positioned himself on top—
That was pretty much it.
“I need you,” he groaned as she ran her hands up his back and down his sides.
“Then take me.”
iAm forced himself to stop. “Are you okay, though? After last night?”
God, he couldn’t get enough of her almond-shaped eyes, and that black curling hair of hers all over the white pillowcase, and her resplendent skin. She was a constant revelation, one that shocked in a good way every time he looked at her.
“I am well,” she said. “And I am of strength, thanks to your generous vein.”
He really loved her accent, the dialect that was spoken in the Territory tinting her English with the sounds of home—
No, not home, he reminded himself. Caldwell was home.
Reaching between them, he angled his cock and drove in slowly with his hips, wanting to make sure he didn’t force anything.
In response, her nails bit into his skin, and she arched up, her breasts all tight tips. “iAm…”
His hips took over, driving in and out, the friction going to his head like he’d been drinking all night. Harder, faster—until she came, jerking up against him, straining under him, one of her hands slapping down on the bed and twisting the duvet up hard.
He just kept going, coming over and over again. And then he pulled out of her and stroked himself, orgasming over her sex, her belly, her breasts.
Even as he was all in with what he was doing, a part of him refused to recognize the significance.
He wasn’t marking this female.
He just … nope, he wasn’t.
Because if he was marking her, if this was anything more than just an intense session with a female he happened to be really fucking attracted to?
Then it could put him in a very difficult situation. Especially as his brother was going to refuse to return and do his duty at the Territory, and iAm was then going to have to go on the lam to avoid an ax falling on the head of the only blood relation who mattered to him.
But again, he told himself as he collapsed against her naked body, he wasn’t marking anything like that.
Nope.
Not at all.
SIXTY-FOUR
They held hands all the way home.
As Trez drove the Porsche back to the compound, he kept contact with his queen, thumbing her palm, playing with her new ring, bringing her hand up for a kiss.
“Everyone has been so kind,” she murmured, her head back against the seat rest, the flaring lights from the streetlamps at the highway junctions giving him blue-tinted hints of her face.
“Yeah. Good people.”
He thought of his brother. Rhage. Rehvenge. He’d even gotten a text from Tohr—who had walked a different version of this path. And then there was Doc Jane. Manny. Ehlena.
“All of them trying so hard to help,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Doc Jane and Manny have been working around the clock, attempting to find solutions.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her hand again. “They have.”
“And Rehvenge went up to his people.”
“He did.”
“And iAm went to the Territory—”
Trez ripped his head around. “What?”
She turned her head to him, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “iAm went to the Shadows—” Abruptly she frowned. “Ow, you’re hurting me.”
Shaking himself, he let up on his grip. “Sorry. I—what did you say?”
As she repeated it for a third frickin’ time, his heart started to pound. Keeping his voice deliberately calm, he asked, “Do you know when he went?”
“No, Doc Jane just mentioned it when I went to see her. You were having your migraine. Trez, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He brought up her hand for yet another kiss. “Nothing at all.”
The rest of the trip home was a Sybil experience, one part of him connected with Selena, the other half hunting down iAm and screaming in the male’s face something along the lines of, What the fuck were you thinking, you asshat motherfucker, putting yourself in danger like that!?!
Or something to that effect.
“…changed before we go up there?”
“I’m sorry?” He took the right-hander that led up the mountain. “What did you say?”
“I’d like to get changed. This cooking thing is going to get messy.”
“You could do it naked. I’m just saying—cleanup would be a breeze, because I could take you directly into the shower. Plus I could lick off cake batter if it landed … you know, anywhere.”
She laughed. “Might be cold.”
“Then I could keep my hands on you the whole time.”
“I won’t get any cooking done.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of takeout.” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “But that’s fine. Whatever you want.”
When the great gray mansion came into view, he parked the car in front of the steps as Manny requested, and then went around to open his female’s door. As she reached her hand out, the diamond caught the light from the house’s security lamps and flashed a rainbow.
“Several million,” Mr. Reinhardt said.
At that, Selena blanched and put her hands down. “What?”
“Several million,” the jeweler repeated.
“How much are these things?” she demanded. And then, when informed what the square on her pinkie was worth, she exclaimed, “Dearest Virgin Scribe!”
There was an awkward moment as Trez wished he’d STFU’d. “Selena, I’m not thinking about the price—”
“You should be!” She started taking the rings off at a furious pace. “I haven’t spent a lot of time on this side, but I’ve learned a thing or two about human money—”
“Will you give us a moment?” Trez said smoothly. “And you can take these away if you’re worried about the security.”
“Your credentials have been well verified, Mr. Latimer.” The man got to his polished shoes. “Take your time.”
The second the door closed behind the man, Selena turned to him. “Trez, I don’t want you spending this kind of money on me.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a waste. I’m not going to wear the thing for centuries.”
He exhaled like someone had kicked him in the chest. “Yeah, wow. You’re really missing the point here if you think I’m looking for some kind of time value on the cash.” He gathered her hands. “I want to do you right. I want … I just want this experience with you, okay? This time, right here”—he motioned around the desk—“this is our infinity. It’s happening right here, right now. So let’s get you the biggest fucking ring in this place and a pair of earrings to match. Let’s just say fuck-you to dying, all right?”
She blinked fast. “Oh, Trez…”
He picked up one of the rings she had thrown back on the velvet tray and put it over the nail of her ring finger. “Come on, say it with me.”
“Say what?”
“‘Fuck you, death.’”
“Trez. Don’t be ridiculous—”
“Hey, on the outside chance the Grim Reaper is listening, I think he needs to know how much we hate his ass. Come on, my queen, say it with me. ‘Fuck you, death.’”
She put her free hand up to hide an off-kilter smile. “You’re crazy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know—and stop ducking this. ‘Fuck you, death!’” When she just mumbled the words, he shook his head. “Nope. Louder. ‘Fuck you, death!’”
Selena started to laugh. “This isn’t funny.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” He smiled and nodded at her, still poised with the ring at the top of her finger. “All together—like he can hear you.”
“Fuck you, death!” she hollered. Then she smiled broadly. “Fuck you, death!”
He slid the ring home and sat back, staring at the sparkler. “You know, I really like that one, actually.”
Selena peered over her hand and regarded the grape-size, pear-shaped rock. “Oh … boy. It’s so big.”
“That’s what she said.”
As they both started to laugh, he pulled her in by the back of the neck and kissed her. “You want to keep trying on some more?”
She shook her head. “No, this is perfect. I want this one.”
Putting her beautiful hand out, she did that thing females did with rings, pursing her lips and smiling to herself.
God, I love you, he thought, you perfect, perfect female of worth.
“Are you sure it’s not too expensive?” she said.
“No matter the cost”—he kissed her again—“it’s yours.”
iAm got naked really damn fast. As soon as he was birthday-suit ready, he wanted to go down on maichen—even though he had no idea what to do to a female below the waist, he was three hundred ready to find the hell out.
Didn’t happen.
The wrench in the works was when he got within range of her, his sex brushing up against hers as he positioned himself on top—
That was pretty much it.
“I need you,” he groaned as she ran her hands up his back and down his sides.
“Then take me.”
iAm forced himself to stop. “Are you okay, though? After last night?”
God, he couldn’t get enough of her almond-shaped eyes, and that black curling hair of hers all over the white pillowcase, and her resplendent skin. She was a constant revelation, one that shocked in a good way every time he looked at her.
“I am well,” she said. “And I am of strength, thanks to your generous vein.”
He really loved her accent, the dialect that was spoken in the Territory tinting her English with the sounds of home—
No, not home, he reminded himself. Caldwell was home.
Reaching between them, he angled his cock and drove in slowly with his hips, wanting to make sure he didn’t force anything.
In response, her nails bit into his skin, and she arched up, her breasts all tight tips. “iAm…”
His hips took over, driving in and out, the friction going to his head like he’d been drinking all night. Harder, faster—until she came, jerking up against him, straining under him, one of her hands slapping down on the bed and twisting the duvet up hard.
He just kept going, coming over and over again. And then he pulled out of her and stroked himself, orgasming over her sex, her belly, her breasts.
Even as he was all in with what he was doing, a part of him refused to recognize the significance.
He wasn’t marking this female.
He just … nope, he wasn’t.
Because if he was marking her, if this was anything more than just an intense session with a female he happened to be really fucking attracted to?
Then it could put him in a very difficult situation. Especially as his brother was going to refuse to return and do his duty at the Territory, and iAm was then going to have to go on the lam to avoid an ax falling on the head of the only blood relation who mattered to him.
But again, he told himself as he collapsed against her naked body, he wasn’t marking anything like that.
Nope.
Not at all.
SIXTY-FOUR
They held hands all the way home.
As Trez drove the Porsche back to the compound, he kept contact with his queen, thumbing her palm, playing with her new ring, bringing her hand up for a kiss.
“Everyone has been so kind,” she murmured, her head back against the seat rest, the flaring lights from the streetlamps at the highway junctions giving him blue-tinted hints of her face.
“Yeah. Good people.”
He thought of his brother. Rhage. Rehvenge. He’d even gotten a text from Tohr—who had walked a different version of this path. And then there was Doc Jane. Manny. Ehlena.
“All of them trying so hard to help,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Doc Jane and Manny have been working around the clock, attempting to find solutions.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her hand again. “They have.”
“And Rehvenge went up to his people.”
“He did.”
“And iAm went to the Territory—”
Trez ripped his head around. “What?”
She turned her head to him, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “iAm went to the Shadows—” Abruptly she frowned. “Ow, you’re hurting me.”
Shaking himself, he let up on his grip. “Sorry. I—what did you say?”
As she repeated it for a third frickin’ time, his heart started to pound. Keeping his voice deliberately calm, he asked, “Do you know when he went?”
“No, Doc Jane just mentioned it when I went to see her. You were having your migraine. Trez, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He brought up her hand for yet another kiss. “Nothing at all.”
The rest of the trip home was a Sybil experience, one part of him connected with Selena, the other half hunting down iAm and screaming in the male’s face something along the lines of, What the fuck were you thinking, you asshat motherfucker, putting yourself in danger like that!?!
Or something to that effect.
“…changed before we go up there?”
“I’m sorry?” He took the right-hander that led up the mountain. “What did you say?”
“I’d like to get changed. This cooking thing is going to get messy.”
“You could do it naked. I’m just saying—cleanup would be a breeze, because I could take you directly into the shower. Plus I could lick off cake batter if it landed … you know, anywhere.”
She laughed. “Might be cold.”
“Then I could keep my hands on you the whole time.”
“I won’t get any cooking done.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of takeout.” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “But that’s fine. Whatever you want.”
When the great gray mansion came into view, he parked the car in front of the steps as Manny requested, and then went around to open his female’s door. As she reached her hand out, the diamond caught the light from the house’s security lamps and flashed a rainbow.
