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My love for you was dipped in a good amount of apprehension, because you didn’t come from me. You were not biologically programmed to love me back like Cillian and Aisling, and that unsettled me. There was something wild and foreign and mysterious about you, an undiscovered continent full of secrets and things I did not know or possess. You were smart as a demon and completely unstoppable, a storm. When you chose to misuse the gifts you were given, it broke my heart, but I always knew you had it—the ruthless gene. You simply had to be pushed in the right direction.”
I was a prince between two kings, always would be.
I turned my face toward Kill. “Anything to add?” He crossed his legs, assessing me through a thinly veiled expression of boredom. “We’re going to have disagreements, arguments, and fights. I’m going to do things you’re going to hate, and you are going to have to bite your tongue and march on, like the good soldier you are. I, in return, promise to accommodate your poor language choices and ability to find a sexual innuendo in anything on the planet, and I promise not to touch your girlfriend.”
“Well.” Sailor jumped into his speech, taking the bait, like Kill knew she would. He sat back and grinned at her, awaiting the verbal whip. “You don’t really have much choice in the matter. No offense, but I’d rather take a corpse to bed than you.”
“Nevertheless,” Kill continued, “I want you to be my right hand. I know you are good for it. You’ve proven yourself trustworthy, honest, and hardworking. You’ll be my moral compass. God knows I need one. I want you by my side, brother.”
“I’ll need a detailed contract ensuring my inheritance is intact, and furthermore, that you waive the right to dangle it in my face every time we have a disagreement.” I looked between my brother and father. “Am I understood?” My father shot to his feet, scowling. “We just told you we love you, and you want your inheritance rights to be documented?” “I am a Fitzpatrick.” I shot him a cold smile.
“To our kingdom, and to showing our enemies why it will remain ours. To being a Fitzpatrick.”
“Jesus,” I moaned. “Speaking,”
“My boyfriend and I have the most inappropriate sex discussions. I don’t know what to do with him.”
“That boyfriend gig? Kind of got old for me, I’m afraid.”
“I want to be your husband,”
“I want you,” he said gruffly. “Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. I want you to be mine, Sailor Brennan. No one else’s, ever.” “Yes,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I want that, too.”
“Aingeal dian,” he whispered to my nape as he thrust into me. “My favorite Hunter,” I whimpered beneath him.
“I won’t keep you and Mom waiting for long. I want to put this shit on lock as fast as I can, before she realizes she can do much better.” Da looked up from his seat, shaking his head, and whispered, “No, she can’t.”
“I love you, ceann beag. More than this kingdom.” Da smirked, slow and deliberate, trying not to burst with pride.
“I love you, old sport. More than pu—” “No.” “Puppies! Chill.” I turned around and made my way to my office, laughing. I totally meant pussy.
