She smiled as Kerestyan broke from her mouth and trailed a line of searing kisses across her jaw line before lowering his assault to her throat. She tangled her fingers into his hair and blew out a deep, contented sigh.

Unfortunately, all the movement got her was a tongue that belonged to a member of the cainine species.

“Damn it, Syn! Just because he does it doesn’t mean you get to!”

Kerestyan’s chest rumbled with laughter, vibrating her already puckered nipples and making her wish he’d left his pajama pants in the house. She slipped her hands from his hair, down his bare sides then pinched the sexy cuts of muscle above his hips.

She huffed out a breath when Syn interrupted by licking a stripe across her forehead. “I think Syn needs a girlfriend.”

Kerestyan raised his head and pinned her with his incredible blue eyes. “If we get him a mate, not only will we have to housebreak another wolf, but it’ll only be a matter of months before we have puppies running loose everywhere.”

She smiled as wide as she possibly could. “We’ll be parents.”

“No.” His eyes narrowed playfully. “We’ll be grandparents. And considering your belief that all grandmothers visit strip clubs, I’m not sure I’m ready to explain to my beast why I’m allowing you to stuff money down other men’s G-strings.”

“I’m not interested in any other man’s G-string. In fact,” she slipped her hands down the back of his pants and squeezed his tight, bare ass. “I prefer my man commando.”

He nipped at her bottom lip. “In that case, we can search for a she-wolf as soon as I’m finished with you.”

Logan squealed as he stood then scooped her into his strong arms, as if she weighed no more than a feather. She brushed the backs of her fingers across the stubble shadowing his cheek and shivered as the goblin in her belly purred.

Kerestyan Nelek, the moody man and sometimes far too serious vampire, may not have been able to reconnect her to the world she knew, but he’d rekindled her belief in two emotions she thought she’d never feel again.

Hope…and love.