21. Epilogue

Epilogue

Rhys - 2 years later

“ H i, sweetie,” I crooned, getting down on my knees to greet Fergus. “Where’s your daddy, hmm? Did he leave you all alone?” The shaggy green hound huffed and buried his muzzle in my neck. “Yeah, I missed you, too.”

I let him lick my ear for a moment before getting back up and inviting him to come to the kitchen with me.

As apprehensive as I had been about him when Liam came clean about the extent of their relationship, I adored Fergus.

They had entered into a heart bond, something Demons, Hellhounds, and Dragons did.

Their bond was strong but entirely platonic, for which I was thankful.

I’m not attracted to Hellhounds. Not when I had my gorgeous Brownie Daddy to take care of me.

“Let’s start a fire. It’s cold.” I kept a running commentary for Fergus, who didn’t leave my side.

About half an hour after I had arrived, the door was flung open with so much force it slammed into the wall, and a ginger man in a kilt entered, a determined look on his face.

“Bull!” He strode across the room and kissed me with so much enthusiasm he lifted me off my feet. His hound huffed his deep, terrifying bark.

Aw, sweetie. Still jealous of your daddy?

Liam didn’t let go of me or back out of the kiss. He devoured me, bringing me to the couch and spreading me out on the cushions.

His hands struggled with my belt and flies, freeing my rapidly hardening dick. I felt him bunch up his kilt and groaned when he fisted both of us in one hand.

The feel of his tongue in my mouth, our panting breaths, and that ridge rubbing against my length with every stroke took me over the edge embarrassingly fast.

He whimpered, devouring my mouth as he added his cum to the mess on my stomach.

“Hi, baby,” I chuckled. “Gods, I missed you, too.”

Liam’s heart hammered against my chest, and he buried his face in my neck, slowly rubbing our cum all over our spent dicks.

“I hate and love that I can’t have you during the week,” he murmured. “You have no idea how hard and horny I was all day.”

“Yeah, I do.” I bucked my hips once, driving my cock through his fist. “Do you think it’s different for me? Monday I’m sad, Tuesday I’m still sore, and by Thursday I think I’m going feral with wanting you, missing you, and needing you to hold me at night.”

“That sounds terrible,” he muttered into my neck, kissing my skin. “I don’t know why you keep putting up with me if it’s that bad.”

I hated his insecurity. Despised it, wished I could drive it out of him for good.

“I still choose you every day. Let’s get married.”

I suppose that’s one way to do it.

Liam didn’t react for five full seconds. They were the longest seconds of my life.

My gorgeous hunk slid off me and down to the floor. I raised my upper body to see if he was freaking out.

“Rhys,” he said, his lips numb and unmoving.

“I mean it.” I sat up, choosing to ignore the pearly white mess covering my abs. “Maybe then you’ll stop doubting my intentions.” I took his cum-covered left hand and circled his ring finger. “And I am dying to see my ring here. You should have taken this off before jumping my bones, baby,” I added when Liam was still not speaking. His favourite kilt was no stranger to cum stains but getting them out was always a bit of a hassle.

“Yeah, but then I would have been naked for you proposing to me. Fucking hell, Rhys! You just proposed to me?”

“I did. And you didn’t reply.”

He cursed, his eyes misting with tears. “Yes! Yes, of course I will marry you, bull.”

Tackling me to the pillows, he conquered my mouth with a deep kiss. Liam rested his forehead against mine and held a hand out to Fergus who lay on his dog bed by the fireplace.

Heavy paws padded across the wooden floor boards, and the hound joined our hug.

“What do you say, mate? Do you approve?”

Fergus huffed and rested his head on my shoulder.

“We’ve been premise hunting in Kincardie, by the way,” I told them. “Tristan’s starting with the renovations next month.”

Both of them inhaled sharply.

“And yes, that means I will be moving in with you guys, if that’s okay for you.”

Ferg got up, wagging his thick tail so hard he almost knocked over the coffee table. And he licked my ears so enthusiastically he had me wheezing with laughter.

“Stop it, Fergus!” I giggled, pushing him away from me. “That tickles.”

Looking around, I found Liam regarding the two of us with so much love and affection that I couldn’t hold back my tears.

“Are you happy?” I asked him.

“By Hestia, happier than ever before.”

“Sew in Love will be just down the road from your workshop, by the way. We found a lovely shop near Breeze & Beans. B put me up to it.”

“Did I tell you that I love you?”

“Mm.” I pretended to wrack my brain. “I’m not sure, Daddy.”

“Well, then let me tell you right now, and for the rest of our days.”

THE END