“So fucking ours,” Fenryr adds, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around Dagny’s middle. She lets out a little squeal as he hauls her away from Cyprien and me, retreating toward the rock wall at our backs. Once he’s there, he pushes his face into the crook of her neck, kissing and biting at the tender flesh as the air is filled with her breathy giggles.

“Fen, we’re gonna miss the lights again,” she murmurs, shoving weakly at his chest.

“They’ll be better if you have a cock inside you,” he says, his emerald eyes shining with a devious light.

“That’s what you said last time, and look how well that went.” Dagny giggles, wriggling free of Fenryr’s hold. “Plus, I have to make sure Malice and Cyprien don’t kill each other.”

“What better way to come together and make up than by pleasuring our mate?” Roark asks, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. “Seems like a win-win situation.”

“Exactly! See, Roark gets it!”

Dagny’s chest shakes with a silent chuckle as her eyes roll to the skies. “Stubborn demon.”

“Just obsessed with you,” Fenryr replies, wiggling his brows as a wicked smirk spreads across his face. “Completely and utterly consumed.”

Dagny’s eyes heat as she leans in and presses a gentle, loving kiss against Fenryr’s waiting lips. But before he can trap her in his grip again, Dagny whips around and scurries back to the ledge, her mouth working upward in a teasing grin as Fenryr looks on with an expression set in shock.

“Such a tease,” I murmur, moving to the tip of the outcropping to join her. “You’re going to drive the poor thing mad.”

“He’ll survive for an hour,” she says, her eyes glinting with a seductive light. “I’ll make it worth the wait once we get home.”

My mouth curves into a smile as I think of the secret underground dwelling we’ve managed to create in the past year. With the help of five other demons and my wonderful mate, we’ve truly managed to turn the crudely carved lair into a beautiful home. It’s cozy, warm, free from the elements, and most importantly, safe. It’s all I’ve ever wanted and more. A space to call ours, a place my mate and the five other soul pieces can live without fear, bloodshed, death, or the constant threat of battle. A place where we can build something rather than destroy.

I weave my fingers with Dagny’s, squeezing her hand tight as I stare out at the vast, tranquil sea. “You know, when you say things like that it makes me want to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here in the snow and ice.”

The side of her mouth tips in a smirk, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the horizon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”