Epilogue
Two years later
Can you believe it? Life exploring the galaxy and the strange and exotic cultures actually means buying a mansion in Haven County and spending six months of the year here.
Mind you, to the guards and crew of the ship, this is strange and exotic, but I’m still highly amused.
It seems that what little knowledge was gained about shifters was extremely interesting to the ministers of the Empire.
So much so that they wanted a royal presence here on Earth to facilitate more information gathering.
Not surprisingly, the shifter community (which does exist after all) is the least inclined to leave the natural environment of Earth.
So instead the researchers have come to them.
But only in Haven County because that was the deal struck ten years ago with the U.S.
Government.
Other women, though, are now flocking to the Center to apply to be mates.
A handful are deeply disappointed that they won’t be getting my traceries, but there is only one Crown Prince, and he’s taken.
And about to take me if this speech will ever end.
Drakkon has made good use of our mental link and whenever there’s a boring function where he must maintain proper royal protocol, he’s taken to dreaming up new sexual fantasies.
He mentally numbers them and then makes me pick a number before we leave the event.
And they’ve gotten sillier and more crazy over time.
Technically, he’s supposed to be working on getting me pregnant, but I have a feeling the nanobots are letting me wait for a few years.
Which do you think I should choose?
The pool with the lights turned off where he pretends to be a pussy-eating shark, the garden gazebo where I’m a blindfolded captive taken against the wall, or the one where he covers every inch of me in raspberry jam? Rolling my eyes discreetly, I send back option number four.
The one where he’s blindfolded and handcuffed in our perfectly comfortable bed and I’m torturing his cock with my mouth and my very smooth tongue (which he continues to be fascinated by).
There’s a low growl at my side.
As soon as the clapping starts, Drakkon stands and makes our excuses.
I can’t quite hold back the grin as we exit the lecture hall at Snowberry College and, escorted by our security entourage, make our way to the line of waiting vehicles.
“You’ll be paying for that one, Princess,” Drakkon mutters as we take our seats in the back of the SUV.
I twinkle at him, noticing his traceries are swirling with arousal.
“I look forward to it, your Eminence,” I murmur, pretending to be fascinated by the scenery out the window so I won’t burst into laughter.
Despite the boring speeches, life with Drakkon so far has been… everything.
Everything I never knew to imagine.
A closer bond than I could ever previously believe exists and, well, fun.
That’s really the best word for it.
Two years ago, I thought I was exposing a romance scam preying on women desperate for love and instead I found love and all the wonders of the galaxy.
Not bad for a sudden career shift, right?
Unexpected love happens right here on Earth, too! Up next we’re headed back to Ridgeline Security with Protecting the One He Can’t Have .