And so, I kiss him.
I kiss Reece over and over again, until my lips are swollen, and my mouth is tired, and until everything else fades away in the beautiful of this moment.
And I’m suddenly filled with the knowledge that no matter what happens next, everything is going to be okay, somehow. The universe managed to bring us all together, and the universe is going to bring Wilson back to us. It just has to. This can’t be how my story ends. I won’t let it.
“Close your eyes,” Reece whispers, and I do.
I close my eyes, and just feel. Reece makes love to me slowly, taking his time to explore every part of my body. He worships me over and over again with his tongue, with his cock, and with his lips, and by the time I pass out from the pleasure, I’m not scared anymore. Somehow, he’s managed to find a way to help me calm down.
Somehow, he’s reminded me that everything is going to be okay.
Somehow.
Chapter Fourteen
Wilson
Our flight is silent and it’s dark when we arrive.
Not that I expected anything else.
Before we left, we each put in a special earpiece. It stays in whether we’re in shifter form or human form, which means if we shift to our usual selves, we can speak with one another. Even in our dragon forms, Marta and Jeremy can talk to us. They can track us and see exactly where we are. More importantly, they can warn us about any unforeseen circumstances.
When you’re fighting something like this, anything unexpected is generally a terrible thing.
The entire flight was wrought with questions.
What if it goes wrong?
What if there are people in the building?
What if it goes right?
What if this is the end?
The idea that this could be the final chapter in our fight against Lucky is thrilling to me. I love the idea that this could be it. After years of pain and agony and fighting, this could finally give us the closure we need to keep going.
This could be it.
We circle the building just once. I can see Clan Thunderstorm doing the same thing. We’re going to make this quick and simply. In and out. Over and done.
Before we can do anything, Lawrence checks to make sure we’re in the clear. He rounds the building, floor by floor, careful to stay as silent as possible. Any movement or sound could set off an alarm, so we have to be as discreet as possible tonight. He has a device strapped to him that will let us know exactly what we can expect.
Are we walking into an ambush?
Or are we going to be able to defeat this beast tonight?
For such a long time, we’ve lived in fear. Now, thanks to the slow unraveling of information we’ve been able to gather, we’ve learned where they are and where we can hit them the hardest.
This is it.
After tonight, they won’t be able to hurt us anymore.
“The building is clear,” I hear Marta in my ear. “The tech we strapped to Lawrence is showing that there are no heat signatures inside the building.”
I growl quietly in response. I know that everyone else heard her, too, so we begin to circle the building.
Then we flame.