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said.
“I’m allowed. You’re mine.”
He loved her colorful tattoos, her sparkling, green eyes. Bellamy always looked like she knew a secret.
“Yours?” She moved over to him.
He gripped her waist and boosted her onto the workbench. “Yes, mine.”
They’d made love on a lot of different surfaces in the room over the last two days. His productivity had seriously decreased. He kissed her forcefully, felt the prick of her nails on his biceps.
His productivity might be down, but his happiness had increased.
Bellamy made him happy. Just hearing her mutter as she worked, watching her eat with appreciation, having a bath with her and soaking the bathroom floor as they got busy doing other things, all of it was good.
She was right. Love was also the little things.
She broke the kiss. “Don’t get too carried away. We have a party to get to, remember?”
He growled.
She grinned and patted his shoulder. “My poor man doesn’t like parties.”
He didn’t.
“It’s a celebration, Maxon.” She rubbed her nose against his. “An acknowledgment that we survived, a celebration that the Thraxians and Edull are gone. It’s a thank you to the House of Galen, the House of Rone, the other houses, Rhain, and all our allies for being awesome. A celebration of our new home, our new family.”
Maxon would do anything to make her happy. “I’ll go.”
She nipped his bottom lip. “Thank you.”
He slid his hand up her leg, then in between them. He stroked.
She gasped, her hips tilting up. “Party, remember.”
“We still have time. I’ll be quick.” He bit her neck.
“You are never quick,” she moaned. “Thank God.”
No, he enjoyed her far too much to rush things. Wringing orgasms from Bellamy was his newest obsession.
He flicked her trousers open and slid his hand inside. Then his fingers were inside her.
“Oh, okay,” she panted. “We’ll be quick.”
They were a little late to the party, but Maxon didn’t care.
They walked through the tunnel to the main arena. Magnus had hired out the whole of the Kor Magna Arena for the celebration.
Tonight, there were no fights or crowds.
Bellamy looked amazing. He let his gaze run over her. Her tiny dress was electric blue, and short. Really short. For a small woman, she had a lot of leg on display.
Turning, she smiled. Her lips were painted bright red.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Her face softened. “And you’re too damned handsome.” She touched the collar of his white shirt. “I’ll have to fight the women off you.” She grinned. “Lucky I’m tough.”
“I’m all yours. Only yours.”
They stopped to kiss, and he was tempted to push her against the wall and take more.
“Come on.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him forward.
They entered the arena.
“Oh, wow,” Bellamy breathed.
The stands were dark and empty, but the center of the arena was lit up. Tonight, the sand had been covered by boards, and lights were strung up above, glittering like stars.
Entertainers wandered among the crowd—dancers spinning fire sticks, contortionists, and acrobats. Servers with loaded trays of food and drink weaved around.
Everyone was there—talking, laughing, enjoying the celebration.
His family.
Maxon hugged Bellamy to his side. Her face was filled with wonder.
“Welcome home, Bellamy.”
She bit her lip. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Laughing, Bellamy headed over to get another drink. She grabbed the glass from the young, smiling server. The man’s smile widened and she winked at him.
She turned, sipping the bubbly, yummy drink. She scanned the party and wondered if a person could die of happiness.
She’d never felt this damn happy before. Every day, it got better and better. Before, she would never have trusted that she could keep feeling this good.
But now that Maxon was hers, and she was free, she believed.
It wasn’t just because of her gruff cyborg, or the fact that she was so in love with him, it was all of this.
Her gaze fell on Magnus and Ever, smiling at each other. With them were Jax and Quinn—a gorgeous, well-matched pair. Galen had an arm around the waist of the attractive, intimidating Sam Santos. Overlord Rhain Sarkany was with them as well, sipping a drink, and looking far too delicious.
Bellamy spotted Jayna sitting in Mace’s lap, talking with Sage. Acton stood behind Sage’s chair, his hand on her shoulder. Xias was off to one side, kissing Seren like they were the only people alive.
Calla and Zaden were slow dancing on the shiny dance floor. Mia from the House of Galen was singing—her blue, tattooed mate, Vek, sitting close by, staring at her like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. How a male