Epilogue
Tiffany stared into the quiet depths of the forest.
A fox flashed past and then another but as they had developed an odd alliance with the reynard whose territory bordered theirs in anticipation of creating a safe environment for their offspring growing in her belly, the dire wolves ignored them as Eesha and Ashel lay sprawled on either side of her.
Regardless, neither of them was heading toward her and so she watched them curiously as their sleek red and black bodies moved with a liquid grace between the trees.
She wished she possessed the acute senses that the fae seemed to have because she stood there clueless while the reynard’s scouts took off to investigate and her own mate had gone off in that same direction just moments earlier.
There was something there that had the bitter smell of singed air from a fire.
There were a few times she believed that she heard the faint echo of screams.
They sounded almost ghostly coming through the trees, but Tiffany was certain that if her mate was the source then whomever was screaming had done something to well deserve them.
Her mate tolerated a lot, even people passing through the edges of his territory again now that they were mated and settled comfortably.
Ever since he rescued her from town, his taint seemed completely under his control, moving only to feed into and utilize his voracious appetite for her...
and she certainly had no complaints.
If he was killing someone, it was necessary, and she had little pity for his prey. So she waited patiently within the deep protection of their woods until she caught sight of her mate moving among the trees.
Though blood was splattered over him, the steely look in his eye warmed at the sight of her as she hurried toward him.
She didn’t even mind the blood that smeared over her as threw herself into his arms.
What was blood between lovers and mates anyway? Besides she had long become desensitized such things after being fucked on a corpse which was still oddly her fondest memory.
“What was it?”
she whispered.
He smirked and chuckled.
“Dead meat.”
His smile widened, his yellow eyes glinting.
“Those other males who were chasing you apparently worked out the fact that they had been tricked by your townspeople and returned.
They had even returned with fire; I suspect with the intention of burning down my territory with the thought of scaring you out.
My guess is that they had concluded that you had taken refuge and are hiding here.”
A satisfied sigh drifted from between his lips.
“I destroyed them.
I pulled the flesh from their bones and cracked open their skulls before severing limbs entirely.”
She squinted up at him.
“You didn’t eat any of them, did you?”
Barbasas shivered and shook his head with a sneer of disgust as he gave her an incredulous look.
“No, of course not.
I was not that far gone to the taint.”
Grinning up at him, she stood up on her toes and dragged his head down by his broken horn to peck a kiss on his blood splattered lips.
She still couldn’t believe that he had broken it off to make an improvised dildo which he had later lovingly carved and now hung beside their bed in the cabin
“Just checking,”
she teased.
“I don’t mind a bit of blood but that would have been a bit much.
Blood can be cleaned but I prefer not to taste dead people on your lips.”
His mouth quirked in a sly smile that she knew well and loved as his hands skated over her rounded belly.
“Do you wish to bathe me then, my queen?”
“I might be persuaded,”
she replied, drawing the words out slowly.
With a growl, he descended upon her and plucked her up into his arms.
“Then I best not let you get away,”
he rumbled to her peals of laughter.
Settling within his embrace, she let her monstrous mate and protector carry her away.
There was pleasure and joy that awaited her at the hands of her beloved mate...
and a particularly lovely cock of epic proportions that put to shame every fantasy.
Her mate truly was everything she ever wanted and more.
Pressing a kiss to Barbasa’s muscled chest, Tiffany grinned up at him.
“Let’s go home.”
Home had found her, though it had a funny way of coming about.
Thank the gods, however, that it had.
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