Chapter 89

DANTE

Her heat lasted a full seven days. Our final tally of all things broken were as followed:

Shower door, shower titles, closet door, a hole in the wall, this coffee table, a tree from when Byron and Ziyah were at the falls, window, lamp, bed, chair, the door to my office because I had accidentally popped us there when I had her up against the door in our suite, coffee maker, and a set of dishes.

Every year would have another heat as long as she was not pregnant, but it would only last between one to three days instead of the full week.

Byron was lounging around in my mind, fully sated. He enjoyed flying while mating just as much as I did. Although, it was even more fucking intense than before because of her heat. He was a smug bastard as he replayed how many times his Little Fae praised him over and over again for bringing her so much pleasure. I understood that though because I was the exact same way.

We had the opportunity to grow even closer than ever before, and I was very