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  “Rosana … hi.”

  “Hey Kalino, I brought you some lunch,” I say, offering him the plate and water.

  “Thanks,” he says as he grabs the plate. “You can call me Kal if you want. That’s what my friends call me.”

  “Not prince Kal?” I ask jokingly, watching his reaction.

  He swallows and smiles weakly. “My mother was the only person who called me that.”

  “Yeah, most mothers think their children are princes and princesses,” I say, giving him an out. He barks out a laugh as I turn to leave.

  I return to the house, eating my sandwich next to Yelena, who yawns loudly.

  “I wanna nap,” she says sweetly.

  I nod, smiling at her. “I’ll take you up,” I say, picking her up and carrying her upstairs as she plays with my hair. This little girl is starting to grow on me. I tuck her in, kiss her forehead, and walk to my room. Somehow, seeing Gino half-naked earlier makes me want to cool down in the shower.

  As I enter my room, my phone starts ringing. I frown and grab it, checking the caller ID before I pick up. Unknown number. I shrug and answer.

  “Hello?” I say hesitantly. I hear breathing on the other line, a heavy sort of breathing that reminds me of Darth Vader. The thought would be funny if I wasn’t so terrified.

  “Hello?” I say again. A voice laughs eerily, the sound sending cold chills down my back.

  “Th-this isn’t funny,” I say. The voice laughs louder. I hang up the phone and drop it on the bed. My hands are shaking, and my breaths are coming quickly. I shake my head to lose my anxiety and cross to the shower, telling myself that there’s no reason to think that it’s my ex. He doesn’t have this phone number; I made sure of that. I wash up, letting the cool water drown my thoughts, but the cold fear dogs my steps nevertheless.

  Once I’ve dried myself off and dressed, I check on Yelena. She’s snoring contently, which brings a smile to my face. My anxiety is still eating away at me, though, and I decide that I might as well try to work some of it off by starting dinner. I head downstairs to the kitchen and pull out seven steaks, some potatoes, corn, and green beans. I toss a salad, broil the steaks, and cook the vegetables, making fresh mashed potatoes. Next, I set the table, serving up the plates and cutting up Yelena’s food into bite-sized bits. Yelena comes stumbling downstairs just as I finish cutting up her food. The men start filtering in from outside, washing their hands and faces, and taking their seats at the table.

  I eat silently, listening to the men chatter about their progress on the house and enjoying their light-hearted banter. There seems to be a sort of informal hierarchy between them, I notice. The brothers tend to turn to Gino or Kalino for leadership, while Faustino seems content being the comic relief. Vittorio makes somewhat snide comments, while Adelmo mostly observes the others, only saying anything when it’s important. When Adelmo speaks, even the rowdy brothers stop to listen. I smile at myself, feeling more and more comfortable around these gorgeous brothers. Once everyone finishes eating, the men all clear the table and clean the dishes. Faustino excitedly brings over a bakery box and a bottle of rose wine, setting both in the center of the table and pulling out small dessert plates.

  “I got this in town today,” he says as he pours the wine and cuts the little cheesecake, passing the cups and plates around. “It’s called cheesecake. It’s very good, and I wanted everyone to try it!” He watches excitedly as we all take a bite.

  I moan happily. “Cheesecake is my favorite,” I tell Faustino, eliciting a grin from him. “I haven’t had any in years.”

  We eat and drink silently, enjoying the wine and the cheesecake. Once everyone finishes, Vittorio and Adelmo clean the remaining dishes while Faustino and Kalino run upstairs, laughing furiously about something. I shake my head at the two, wondering at their age. There’s one last piece of the cheesecake on the table, and I can’t help but eye it. Gino laughs and pushes it towards me, refilling my glass in the process. I smile gratefully at him and thoroughly enjoy the treat.

  “Daddy, I’m tired. I want a story,” says Yelena. I can see Gino hesitate before standing.

  Adelmo comes into the room, smacking his brother on the back. “It’s my turn to tell Lena a story, Gino.”

  “YAY! Uncle Addy tells the best stories!” shouts Yelena, who is already standing in her chair and stretching her arms up to Adelmo. He laughs and picks her up.

  “I think that’s the most I’ve heard him talk at once,” I observe quietly as Adelmo heads upstairs.

  “Yeah, Adelmo doesn’t talk much usually, but with Yelena, he’s very verbal. She has a way with people,” says Gino fondly, glancing up the stairs.

  I nod as I shove the last bite of cheesecake into my mouth. Gino turns back to face me, his ice-blue eyes staring into mine, and I smile at him shyly. His mere presence makes me feel very aware of my body, and I feel my face starting to flush slightly. It’s been so long since I last drank alcohol.

  Gino reaches forward, his eyes flashing silver as he wipes cheesecake crumbs from my cheek with his index finger. His eyes don’t leave mine as he puts the finger to his lips, licking the deliciousness from it. I swallow hard, desire rushing through me, and lean forward, breathing him in. Who is this man, who makes me feel things I haven’t felt in ages?

  “You’re gorgeous, Rosana,” he whispers.

  “Gino?” I ask.

  “Yes?” he says, quirking an eyebrow.

  “Tell me about yourself … your brothers … I feel like I’ve known you forever, but I don’t even know your last name.”

  He smiles at me and gets up, taking my hand and leading me to the sitting room. He pulls me down on one of the couches, tucking his arm around my back, and I snuggle into his side, feeling safer than I’ve ever felt.

  “Where to begin …” He blows out a breath as if thinking about what to say.

  “How about, who’s the eldest?”

  “Well, our eldest brother isn’t here right now, but his name is Emiliano. I’m sure you’ll get to meet him. Then there’s Vittorio, Faustino, Adelmo, me, and Kalino.”

  “I didn’t expect Faustino to be older than you!” I say in surprise. “I actually thought he was the youngest.”

  Gino nods thoughtfully. “Faust was pretty sick when he was young, which is why I tend to be so protective of him, despite the fact that he’s my older brother.”

  “Yeah, I noticed that,” I say. “So, what’s your last name? I feel like I should at least know the last name of the man who I l—kissed,” I say, stuttering over what I was going to say. I frown at the intensity of my emotions.

  “Vollmer. My name is Gino Amyr Vollmer.” He grins at me, inching closer. “So, tell me, do I get another kiss?”

  I laugh, smacking him playfully on the chest and kissing his rough cheek, enjoying the way his whiskers rub my face.

  “What about you, Rosana? What’s your full name? What’s your family like? Where did you grow up?” Gino inches closer with each question, kissing my nose, then each eye, then my cheeks. My breath comes in gasps as my eyes flutter closed. I chew on my lip, watching him carefully as his eyes flash and his teeth seem to lengthen.

  “Well,” I say, breathlessly. “I, uhm—” I bite my lip as he rubs my arms. Clearing my throat, I begin again as he pulls back, grinning. “My name is Rosana Malka. I don’t have any siblings. My parents died when I was young, so I grew up with my aunt.” I swallow hard as the memories wash over me of hiding out in a little treehouse, hiding from my aunt when she was in one of her rages.

  Gino pulls back and looks at me with a worried expression on his face. “Rosana, are you OK? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he says, rubbing the goosebumps on my arms.

  I smile up at him, more determined to tell him about my past due to his kindness. “It’s alright. I want to know you and for you to know me.” I take a deep breath and begin again. “My parents died when I was young, so I moved in with my aunt in Tampa, Florida. She wasn’t the nicest
person, so I ended up running away.” I shrug. “Before I lived with her, though, I lived with my parents in a little farming town outside of Tampa called Sparr.” I smile fondly at the memory. “My parents left me a little house, but my aunt didn’t want to uproot her life to take care of their brat, so I went to live with her.”

  “You were treated poorly?” he growls.

  I almost lose my breath at the anger in his eyes and place my hand on his chest. “That’s in the past,” I say breathlessly, leaning in closer.

  He pushes me down onto the couch and claims my mouth. His hand reaches under my shirt, flicking my nipples through my bra, making me groan into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at me, a question in his eyes, and there’s no hesitation in my movements as I take his hand and lead him upstairs to my room.

  Once I’ve shut the door behind us, he growls and kisses me furiously. My fingers are moving of their own accord as they reach under his shirt and start running up and down his washboard abs. I trace the little line of hairs on his stomach to the growing bulge in his pants. He moans, leaning his head back as I explore his magnificent body.

  He walks me toward the bed while he takes off his shirt and tosses it on the ground. Leaning back on the bed, he pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling him. I moan as the bulge in his pants presses against my core, and I yank open his zipper, unbutton his pants, and pull them down his legs before climbing back up. But before I can take up my position again, he flips me over and spreads my legs. I trace my hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples as he leans over and claims my mouth once more.

  I reach down into his boxers and stroke his hard length, my breath catching at the feel of him in my hand. He kisses a path from my lips down my neck and over the swell of my chest, growling at my shirt. Without further ado, he rips the fabric in half, exposing my bra.

  I laugh at his eagerness. “Don’t rip the bra,” I say.

  He cocks his head at me, then slowly undoes my front-hook bra, letting it snap to the sides so that my breasts spill out. He smirks and looks me in the eyes as he bends over and takes one nipple between his teeth. I gasp while watching him suck on the bud of my breast, nibbling lightly and then kissing the sting away. Next, he turns his attention to my other breast, fondling the peaked nipple his hand just left, pinching and rubbing it while his tongue lathers my other breast.

  I groan and struggle to fight the building pleasure in me, feeling his covered cock grinding against my jeaned core, rubbing it furiously. He pushes me over the edge with a bite, and I moan in ecstasy. As I come back down, he kisses my breasts tenderly, nibbling his way back up to my lips. I’m still panting, my tongue battling with his as I flip him over, sliding my way down his body. I kiss, and nibble, and lick every inch of him, determined to explore his glorious body. When I reach the edge of his boxers, I grin up at him and yank them down, allowing his huge erection to spring free. The size of him makes me swallow, and when I wrap my hand around his length, my fingers are barely able to close. I stroke him up and down, bringing my lips to his head and swirling my tongue around him. I nibble gently on his tip, which elicits a groan from him. My lips slide over his shaft, taking him as deep as I can, gently scraping my teeth over his bulging girth while one of my hands strokes the bottom half of his length, and the other fondles his perfectly formed sac.

  He groans panting. “Rosana, please.”

  I hum against him, pushing his reaching hands out of the way. He starts to buck wildly beneath me and shoots his delicious seed into my mouth. I pull back a little to suck the head of his shaft, milking him with my hands. As I watch him, he stares dazedly down at me, his mouth slowly stretching into a grin.

  Chapter 10 - Gino

  I stare in awe at the gorgeous woman who just drank my seed like it was the most delicious delicacy. My dragon pounds against his cage furiously, inching closer to the surface. Mine. Mate, he chants. Take mate. Mine. OURS, I scold him, loosening his leash a bit, and he starts to purr. I feel my eyes flash dragon silver, my fangs elongating at the sight of the beauty before me, her flushed face smiling at me triumphantly.

  “My turn,” I growl.

  Her eyes widen in delight as I lean towards her. I yank off her pants and undergarments, lifting her up and ravaging her mouth. I catch her gasp, swallowing the sound and groaning at the taste of my seed on her tongue. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the corner chair where I unwrap her, set her down, and spread her legs over the arms of the chair. Her eyes widen as I take her in, staring longingly at her glistening folds. My cock twitches in excitement, ready to go again. She reaches out, but I shake my head and gently push her back. She whimpers as I lean my head down and kiss her breasts. My rough whiskers rub her gorgeous mounds of flesh. I enjoy the sounds she makes and reach my hand down, dipping a finger between her folds. I pump the finger in and out of her twice, pulling it out and staring into her eyes as I bring it to my mouth, savoring her taste. Her eyes widen in shock, and I growl and kiss her bruisingly. My hard shaft probes at her entrance while I fondle her breasts with my hands. She reaches down, trying to bring me closer, but I smile and gently push her back again.

  I rub the tip of my shaft against her engorged mound, driving her to the brink before pulling back. She whimpers as I pull away, and I smirk at the sight of her flushed form spread before me. I kneel before her, kissing a path down her stomach, along her thighs, and to her core. I grin up at her before I take one long lick, tasting her. She moans in delight, the sound encouraging me to go on. I reach my hands up to tease her and pump my fingers inside of her as I bend my face to her mound, suckling her in time with the movement my fingers. I lap up her juices, rubbing the scruff of my face against her. I reach up with my other hand and tweak her breast, playing with it as she pants and groans. I grin against her and push a third finger inside her.

  “Please, Gino, I can’t,” she pants.

  I add a fourth finger and suck harder. Just as she reaches the edge, I sink my fangs into her mound. She screams, falling over the edge and milking my fingers. I lap up her pleasure and hum in delight before I remove my fingers and climb up her body. In one swift move, I drive my shaft home, causing another scream from her as she spasms again. I lift her up, bringing my fingers to her face. She licks her own moisture off my fingers, and I growl in delight while I push her up against the wall and start pounding into her. She rides me enthusiastically, her frantic rhythm encouraging me to move faster, to plunge myself deeper into her. She whimpers with each thrust and angles herself for more depth. I kiss her neck, nibbling my way to her ear and whisper into it.

  “You’re so beautiful. Do you like this?”

  She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. I chuckle at her eagerness, biting gently on the core of her neck. She gasps.

  “Harder,” she says breathily.

  I bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark just as she sinks her own teeth into my neck. My eyes widen as my cock pulses furiously, the orgasm washing over me, her silken folds milking me. I groan and slump against her, my neck burning deliciously as I turn and carry her to the bed. I climb into bed with her, still buried inside of her. She sighs contentedly, snuggling up to my chest, and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead. My dragon purrs contentedly in my head. Mate, it says. I couldn’t agree more.

  She lies down on my chest, panting and drifting off to sleep, and there’s a smile on my face as I join her in oblivion, content for the first time in years.

  I wake to the sound of the shower starting and notice that Rosana is no longer lying beside me. I get up, stretch, and stride to the bathroom. I watch her as she washes up, remembering the vision I had of her in this very shower. Grinning, I walk into the shower to join her. I grab a bar of soap and lather her breasts, cleaning each meticulously before dipping my head to nibble each perfect mound. She grabs my head and holds it to her chest as her head falls back. I reach down and trail a finger between her folds. She grabs my face, pulling me to her and lifting her
legs to wrap around my waist. I tease her with the tip of my bulging shaft, and she moans, slamming herself down until I’m buried to the hilt. I lose all control and slam into her, pounding her back against the wall until we both soar through bliss. She kisses me and grabs the discarded soap, cleansing my body, paying special attention to my sac.

  When we’re both thoroughly cleaned … repeatedly, we venture to our rooms to get dressed. Once I have my clothes on, I walk back into her room to watch her finish dressing, smiling as she wiggles her perfect ass into her pants. While she pulls on her shirt, a ringing sound pierces the air. She grabs a rectangular device from the nightstand and flicks her finger across the screen. She brings the device to her ear, cheerily. “Hello?”

  I hear breathing on the other end of the line. Her own breathing starts to come in panicked gasps. “Leave me alone,” she says before flicking her finger across the device again and tossing it on the table.

  “What was that?” I ask her, concerned.

  She huffs out a breath and turns to leave the room. “I don’t know. I should get breakfast started,” she calls over her shoulder. I frown as I follow her out of the room.

  Chapter 11 - Rosana

  I make French toast, going through the motions in a daze. When everyone’s there and sits down to eat, I do my best to smile and chat but don’t really get into the conversation. I chew on my bottom lip, worrying about the calls. Once the dishes have been cleared away, Kalino brings the box of kittens down and places them on the table before me.

  “I hope you don’t mind taking care of these little guys,” he says.

  I smile gently at him. “Not at all. I love cats, and Yelena seems to like them too,” I say, looking over at her excited face. Kalino smiles gratefully at me and walks out of the room.

  I grab the box and walk into the sitting room, Yelena following behind me. I carefully hand her a kitten and a bottle, taking one each myself. We spend the next hour feeding kittens and then playing board games. After a while, Yelena stretches and yawns. I take her upstairs, tucking her in and kissing her forehead before trekking back downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, I hear my phone ringing, and I turn back to grab it. The ‘unknown caller’ tag flashing on the screen makes me groan, and I chew on my lip before deciding to ignore the call.