He reached out, grasped her hair, and drove her back on his dick, listening to her pants and whimpers as she kept taking him, kept coming, the smell of her cunt in his nostrils, until all that and her sweet pussy drove him over the edge and he exploded, embedding himself inside her and shooting his cum deep.

As he came back to himself, he felt her fucking herself gently on his cock. He let her hair go and bent over her to kiss her shoulder blade.

“Love you, baby,” she whispered.

“Love you too, pussycat,” he whispered back and pulled out. “I get to clean you tonight.”

“Whatever you want,” she murmured, dropping to her side, curling up, and giving him her eyes.

Fuck, so goddamned beautiful, it hurt looking at her.

But he couldn’t stop himself. The hurt felt too good.

He slid a hand over her hip before he got out of bed, went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with warm water, came back, and gently cleaned her while it sounded like she purred, letting him.

He didn’t bother going into the bathroom when he left her to return the cloth. He just tossed it into the sink from the doorway, then with his vampire speed, he was in bed with his mate, pulling her close, yanking the covers over them, and finally nestling deep.

“You good?” she asked.

“Real good,” he answered.

There was a pause before she went on, “You ready?”

“More than ready,” he told her. “Whatever happens, after it’s done, finally, we get wild and free.”

“Wild and free,” she whispered, burrowing closer.

“Wild and free, baby. You and me for eternity.”

She kissed his chest, settled in, and held him tight.

It shocked the shit out of him, but his Delilah had no trouble finding sleep.

Abel did not have the same.

Staring at the ceiling, holding her tight, he did it hoping he hadn’t lied. Hoping he was ready. Hoping all of them were ready. Hoping that whatever was going to happen, he and his mate got wild and free.

After doing that for a long fucking time, finally, Abel fell asleep.

* * * * *

Gregor

Having not slept a wink, at six o’clock the next morning, Gregor moved into the room, which was already bustling with people and filled with equipment, including a large television camera aimed at an armchair set close to a fireplace, a warm fire blazing in its grate.

“We’re ready, sir,” a man wearing big headphones and sitting at a bank of monitors said to him.

Gregor nodded but kept his eyes on the woman standing by the chair.

He approached her, taking her in.

She wore a lovely frock, red satin embroidered with delicate wisps of green and blue flowers. Mandarin collar. Her graying black hair was smoothed into an elegant knot at the nape of her neck. Her makeup was dramatic, highlighting her exotic eyes.

She appeared calm.