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We lay tangled in the sheets for a few moments before Everett bundles me into his arms and carries us towards the bathroom, my legs secured behind his back. He flicks on the hot water and he waits for it to heat up before ducking us underneath.

I close my eyes at the sensation of the water coating us, Everett doesn't lower me to the floor instead he rests me against the edge of the window, my ass pressed up against the glass. He leans down to catch my lips with his, my fingers sliding over his rippling muscles.

He grunts into my mouth softly before he grabs the little showerhead and turns it on, along with the rainfall head that continues to pour on us. When he pulls away I watch him, nudging my knees widen with his vacant hand.

"Wha–"

"Shhhh," he moves closer to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Let me pleasure you."

I slap my lips together when he raises the showerhead and turns up the water pressure before aiming it directly on my core. I shiver instantly, my fingers curling over the edge of the windowsill.

He uses his other hand to stabilise me, bunching his fingers into my hair as he tilts my head back slowly. The showerhead moves closer and I am gasping as it hits my clit with full force.

My mouth purses to suppress a moan, Everett plastering kisses across my face and over my lips. I use one hand to grip his broad shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin.

"Ev," I whimper as he kisses down my neck.

He nips at my skin and I gasp. "Right here," he growls. "I'm going to mark you right here so everyone will know that you are mine."

My clit throbs and my core pools with wetness quickly, too quickly. I'm already building at the pressure against me, so sensitive but it feels so fucking good. How have I never done this before?

"I'm so close," I cry out and arch my back into him.

I need to warn him because this is going to be over so soon. Too soon.

Everett kisses my neck, he smiles into my skin. "Come, angel. I want you to come for me when you want."

My lips tremble at his soft voice. I love his dominant side but this gentle side is just as sexy. I want both. Forever.

"So beautiful," he purrs with a torturous tone. "So damn beautiful."

"Ev," I moan again. "Oh God."

The water pressure somehow reaches a new height and I am screaming as it tips me over the edge, my clit throbbing and pounding. My climax crashes over me as I close my eyes and moan his name over and over.

He grunts into my neck which only heightens my sensitivity. "That's it, angel. Let it out for me."

I grip onto him tighter and he tilts my head towards his, claiming my lips possessively. I'm panting and recovering. He barely gives me a chance to calm down before he drops the showerhead and falls to his knees in front of me.

Naked and kneeling. What a sight. What a fucking sight.

My eyes are full of thick desire. For him. For us. I watch him carefully and he flashes me a playful smirk, my legs still trembling as he pulls them apart and glances at my pussy like it's the most delicious thing he's ever seen.

"I want you to punish me," he whispers before inching closer to my core with his mouth. "I want you to punish me for what I said, for hurting you. It's your turn to do whatever you want to me."

I shake at his words, barely giving myself time to digest them before his mouth covers my wet slit, sliding his tongue up and down before sucking on my aching clit. My head tilts back and it hits the window as he eats me, tastes me, devours me until I run out of orgasms to give.

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Everett hands me a towel so I can dry my hair, both of us wrapped up in fresh towels in our bedroom. "You okay?" He asks gently.

I'm sure my cheeks are still painted pink and it's not from the heat of the shower.

"Very," I nod as I watch droplets trickle down his impressive chest.

I take a moment to admire him in all his beauty. I know I'm going to see him like this everyday for the rest of my life but somehow that still doesn't feel enough for me.

We're going to have a future. He is my future and I never thought my life would turn out like this. A Luna. I am their Luna. Then when we officially mate, we might get married, we might even have kids.

Everett drops the towel and shoves on a pair of dark boxers. His eyes are still on me, like I might somehow be snatched from him. But I smile and drape the wet towel from my hair on the back of the door.

"I've been thinking," I clear my throat. "Over the last hour."

"Yeah?"

"That I want to go on birth control so we can stop using condoms," I blurt and cheer in my head that my face already looks like the colour of fire. "I want to be able to be like that but without the condom. I want to feel you. Really feel you. What do you think?"

Everett reaches over to the chest of drawers and takes out a t-shirt and some trousers. "I want you to do whatever you're comfortable with, angel. If you want to try birth control then we can stop using condoms but if you don't, we can still use them. I want to feel you too but I want to do what you're comfortable with."

"And I'm comfortable enough to try something new so I can feel closer to you," I admit.

He shrugs on his clothes and pushes back his soaked hair. "Then you can speak to the doctor, see what's best for you. Yeah?"

"Yeah," I nod eagerly.

The curve of his lips flicks and he walks towards me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "The thought of entering you without a condom is getting me hard already," he groans with a lazy smile. "You've created a monster."

I exhale a small laugh. "Soon and then you can really show me who's boss."

He yanks me under my arms, my towel dropping to the floor. A slow shriek escapes my lips as he covers my mouth with his. "You just love stroking my ego, don't you?"

His hands roam across my bare skin, still damp from the shower, kneading them into my ass. I rest my head down onto his shoulder and shudder. "Are we going to make it out of the bedroom this morning?"

"I don't think so," he growls before carrying me back to the bed.

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We head downstairs at some point in the afternoon. I've only seen Everett and Milo since my return, we've been a little busy to say the least and I think everyone can understand.

"Reign," Fran's expression drops as soon as she sees me, pushing off the stool. "You're home. And I can finally see you. At last."

I notice how she gives her brother a glance over my shoulder before she wraps me up into her arms softly. I return the hug and press my head into her shoulder. "Pleased to see you, Fran."

She pulls back and examines me, clutching onto my arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say quietly. "I'm okay."

Jesse approaches her side and I offer him a smile. But then I remember the chat he had with Everett before I left and an uncertain feeling washes over my body. They were talking about me. He was talking about me like he knew me. When he has no clue at all.

"Glad you're home, Reign," he offers but I don't hug him. I stand away from him until Everett approaches me from behind and presses a hand into my back.

Don't be mad at him. Everett's voice floats into my head. It was my doing. He didn't mean any harm.

I suck down a breath and force a smile. "Good to be home."

Everett presses a kiss to the back of head.

"Breakfast... or lunch?" Fran chuckles softly.

I nod in response and we walk towards the kitchen counter. I slide onto a seat and Everett sits right next to me, placing a hand on my knee. Fran asks if bacon and eggs are okay and I smile at her feeling grateful that they're not rushing me with questions about anything to do with my trip away.

"Where's Milo?" I ask as Fran plates me up.

"He's gone to see Nate," Jesse explains.

My eyes light up. "Really?"

"It's taken some time," Everett grips my knee softly. "But it's better than it was when you left. I'm sure he can tell you all about it when he gets home. He's definitely going to need to gossip with you."

The corners of my mouth curl. I've missed him. I've missed our chats and silly dance parties. I pray to the Goddess that she allows them another chance. Milo deserves love more than anyone I know.

Sometimes I think that maybe he's just as broken as me but that doesn't mean we aren't capable of love. We hurt more, we bleed more but we want to love harder. Even if we don't think it's something we deserve.

I eat what Fran prepares for our late breakfast and dig in like a feast. I'm starving. Beyond starving. I don't think Everett has seen me eat so much in my life, I even go back for seconds but he smiles at me nonetheless. I know he's been worried about my health and seeing me eat makes him happy.

He knows I'm trying to take care of myself after being almost starved for a month.

Guess I have myself to blame for that one.

"So when's the coronation going to be?" Fran catches my attention from across the kitchen.

"Easy," Everett warns her. "We're not rushing anything. We're finding our feet again and doing things at our own pace."

I blink at Everett as he addresses his sister and I'm pleased that he speaks for us because I have no idea how I'd even plan for a coronation or what would even happen. Would I have to wear a dress? I haven't worn one of those in years.

"Sorry," she waves a hand. "I just can smell your mixed scents and I wasn't sure if it hasn't already you know... happened."

My face burns so deeply that I think it's about to melt off. "Don't," he warns her. "That's none of your business."

Jesse nudges her side and she huffs out a breath. "Alright," she whines. "I guess it would be extremely weird to hear about your sex life anyway."

I'm internally cringing to the point I'm just staring at my lap. Everett smoothes over my thigh with a comforting stroke, and I'm so damn pleased that he's here to take the fall with me.

"Go bother Milo for the gossip," Everett grunts and sips from his mug. "But our business is ours. Don't press for it."

I find myself smiling at his dominant voice. He knows he's a good leader, a good role model and I've never been so happy to be mated with someone who takes my own needs into account as they should.

My standards must have been so fucking low. But now I realise I'll never settle for less than I'm worth. At least I can admit that now.

And you are worth everything in this world, angel. Everett's voice floats into my head and I stare back at him. Did I send that through our mindlink by accident?

The corners of his mouth tug and he gives me a knowing nod.

"So what are your plans now?" Jesse asks.

Everett is still looking at me, smiling. He raises his hand from my lap and runs it down the back of my head slowly, his fingers brushing goosebumps across my skull. "To not miss a moment with this one."

And suddenly I am falling again. Hard.

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Author's Note

EVERETT IS THE MAN OF THE CENTURY😮‍💨🥵😏😉

Also telling Reign that he wants a punishment for hurting her? I love their dynamic

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