With a needy moan, Ros knelt up and then sank down on his cock, the new position reaching places she had never considered before. She wasn’t sure she had ever been this full or this turned on, and she rocked back on Teagan’s body, his hands supporting her and guiding her andyes.
The heat built up and up, and at the final moment, Ros almost didn’t want to topple. It felt too good, she couldn’t bear for it to end. Then she remembered Teagan’s promise,next time,and with a shout that echoed through the trees, she went over the edge, her body given over entirely to the fire and the pleasure. She was acutely aware of Teagan’s body pushing into hers one last time, and he reached up to drag her down close to her.
In that moment, she knew that they would never be apart, and somewhere in her heart, an eagle screamed in triumph.
Epilogue
∞∞∞
Central Anatolian steppe, Turkey
Two years later
They set their wake-up call at the hotel for four in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when they crossed into the real steppes. The road was more a suggestion than a reality, and the sky opened up over them, misty orange and pink and blue.
For some reason, Teagan had realized that he thought the steppe would be silent, but all around them, he could hear the cries of birds and insects. It was as lively as the Northwoods that he and Ros had come to call home, and a familiar and grateful peace fell over him.
Ros’s hand landed familiarly on his thigh as he drove the Land Rover, and her free hand was busy scrolling her phone.
“Are you actually getting any signal out here?” he asked.
“No, but I got my emails loaded up before we left. Just making sure that nothing’s on fire back home.”
“How flammable is the homestead?”
“Not even a little. Also Tabbie is on schedule for finishing up her shoot, so she’ll be out in a few days. And Dag says that the new litter of kittens is weaned, so–”
Teagan suppressed a smile, gazing out over the steppes.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I know we’re busy.”
“Never too busy to fall in love with bat-winged kittens,” she said with a sigh. “And Dag’s been driving as far as Iowa and Montana to get them homes. If we take one or two, we’re doing our part for the community.”
“Right, right, the community,” he said, because while he had been the one pushing for a kitten or two, his true mate was the one who had lost her heart with the last litter Dag had fostered. Those kittens had already been promised to other shifter families – this was the first litter he had found in a while, and Teagan didn’t think Ros would let the chance go by again.
“Hm,” she said in another tone, and he glanced over.
“Hm?”
“Email from Richie.”
“Your ex?”
“The one and the same,” she said absently. “He’s going to be in Madison this September. He wants to catch up.”
“We can do that if you want,” Teagan said, even as his eagle crooned suspiciously. It wasn’t that his eagle didn’t trust Ros – his eagle simply had very strong feelings about whether people deserved her time and attention.
“I’ll write him back. He says he can get us tickets to the show if we want them.”
“The show?”
“Yeah, the circus.”
Teagan blinked, because at this point, he realized he had missed something.
“The. Circus?”
“He got promoted to–” Ros blinked, putting her phone away. “You don’t know?”