And what we just did?
Well, I’d say that was definitely healing.
“How are you feeling?” Reece, ever the empath, asks me gently. He strokes my tummy carefully as he looks at me. He’s propped up on one elbow, and I’m taken aback by just how cute he looks in the evening light. Even though he’s been through so much and the clan still has so far to go, he’s brave.
He’s incredible.
And oh, he’s strong.
My Reece is strong.
“Good,” I whisper. “Tired.”
“Me too,” Wilson chuckles from my other side. “You wore me out, pretty girl.”
“Same,” Reece laughs.
“So how did this,” Wilson gestures to all of us. “Start tonight? Who started this little adventure?”
“I was drinking at the bar,” I tell him. “And Reece came in.”
“Is that right?” Wilson says with an eyebrow raised. “You told me you were going for a walk.”
Reece just shrugs.
“I was. Then I found myself walking to the bar.”
“Fair enough.”
“I’m glad you came in,” I say to him. “And I’m glad you were home tonight, Wilson. This was...incredible.”
“I hope it’s not just a one-time event,” Reece says. “You were fantastic, Sabrina. You were wonderful.”
This is the part of the night where I say that once is enough.
This is where I politely explain that I’m not looking for a relationship. That would definitely be the smart thing to do. These guys are wonderful, but I know exactly what life at Fablestone is like. I understand the drama and the tensions and the fact that in this world, anything can happen.
The dragons and other shifters here face obstacle after obstacle. Their lives are far from easy. No, their lives are complicated, messy. Especially with everything that’s been happening with Lucky, the anti-shifter company that tortured Reece, it’s definitely a bad time to jump into a relationship with any Fablestone member at all: let alone two very broken members.
But somehow, I don’t find myself turning them down.
Instead, I sigh and think about what I actually want, and I know in my heart that yeah, I definitely want more of this. More of all of it. The orgasms were great and the dick was good, but damn, just cuddling with them after sex feels so fucking wonderful.
“I don’t want it to be just one time,” I say.
A look of relief washes over Reece’s face, but Wilson’s gaze looks a little clouded. I wonder what he thinks about what I said. Maybe he has other ideas. Maybe he doesn’t want a repeat of tonight.
Maybe he thinks I’m a bad girl, and maybe he doesn’t have time for bad girls.
I look at him, though, and raise an eyebrow, waiting.
My heart is beating wildly fast. Being shifters, I know they can both probably hear it, or at least sense it, and I wonder what he’s going to say.
“Sabrina,” he whispers. “I’ve lost a lot.”
“More than anyone should in a lifetime.”
He nods.