Serengeti Storm

Epilogue

“I was thinking I might challenge Ava for mating rights to Landon. What do you think, hon?”

Caleb looked up from his sprawl on the rug and growled at her. The pair of cubs crawling all over their father quickly mimicked his growl with little mewling snarls of their own, prowling toward her on furry feet, with their tiny teeth bared.

Shana held up her hands in mock surrender. “A joke! Come on. At some point it has to become funny.”

He couldn’t have honestly thought she was serious. She was so pregnant with their second set of multiples—why couldn’t the man just impregnate her with a single child for a change?—she made Shamu look dainty.

Caleb rolled to his feet, his liquid grace making her mouth water. He lifted her out of the chair—Shamu belly and all—and sat, settling her back down in his lap. “The idea of you with someone else will never be funny,” he rumbled in her ear.

The twins attacked his ankles, but when he didn’t react, they quickly lost interest and went tumbling together across the floor.

“It’s ridiculous. By this point, we all know that the idea of me with anyone else is ridiculous, so it can be funny. Ha-ha. Get it?”

“You’re mine. End of story. Get it?”

Shana burrowed into his embrace, but still quietly grumbled, “At some point it will become funny.”

“Never.”

She tucked her face against his chest to hide her smile at his possessiveness. She wouldn’t want him to know how much she liked the way he owned her, heart, body and soul. No one owned goddesses.

But she didn’t need to be a goddess for Caleb to make her feel like one.