When She Belongs (Risdaverse, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

Bethiah lowers her hood and beams a too-sunny smile at me. "I heard Lankham was here with the ugliest wife in three galaxies, so I had to come see for myself. Please tell me you're not keffing an ooli. You have bad taste, cousin, but surely not that bad."

She shrugs, such a fluid, delicate gesture that I memorize it so I can jerk off to it later like the sick male I am.

Jerrok hesitates, then puts a hand to the back of my neck and presses a kiss to my brow. "I like your company."

"Cousin, do you want to tell me why you're keeping another bounty hunter captive?" She leans in toward me. "No." "Let me rephrase that. You need to tell me why you've got a captive." Bethiah grins. "It's called flirting."

I love her so much

Bethiah is re-naming as The Pleasure Spot. "It's because no male can find it," she guffawed as she smacked me on the shoulder.

SHES SO FUNNY I WANT TO FUCK HER

"I'm learning so much about you right now. Let me keep going." As if I would ever ask her to stop? I am many things, but I am no fool.

He's all rough and grumbly on the outside, and an absolute marshmallow on the inside. And marshmallows deserve to be nibbled on, darn it.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jerrok tells me, and when our eyes meet, I know just how sincere he is.

Does Sophie want to stay but she's afraid to ask…because she's happy with me?

Yes you idiot

"I love you," she tells me. "I want to stay here forever with you. I love being here. I love being at your side. I love waking up with you. But I didn't want you to feel pressured into taking on someone just because we slept together. I know how much you value your freedom—" I lean forward and press my brow against hers. "It's not freedom if I'm missing you. I wouldn't ever ask you to stay if you wanted to go, but…if you stayed, it'd make me the happiest male in the universe."

"She might say she belongs to herself, but they still like it when you try to stake a claim."

"I want to grow old with you," she tells me, smiling. "And to wake up without you in pain. Can you make that happen?"

"Just because his story had a bad beginning doesn't mean it has to have a bad ending."

“Happy for you, friend,” Sentorr says in a low voice, and he sounds pleased. I’m happy for me, too.