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My gaze drops to the elegant curve of her neck, and my fangs lengthen instinctively.

She tilts her head, offering her throat in complete trust. “Thalric, please,” she murmurs. “Make me yours.”

Fierce possessiveness surges through me, and I sink my fangs into her neck as my knot expands in her channel. She cries out my name, gripping me tight as her climax crashes through her.

Overwhelming pleasure cascades through my body as my knot swells even more, sealing us together. My stav begins to pulse, and I roar as I erupt deep inside her, flooding her core.

The pleasure is so intense I momentarily forget my wings, and we begin to fall, air rushing past us in a thrilling surge as I fill her with my seed.

My wings snap wide as we drop through the clouds, and then we begin to ascend once more. Panting heavily, I land on a rock ledge near the mountain’s peak, pressing her securely between the rock wall and my chest.

Cupping her chin, I tip her head up to mine and press my lips to hers. “You are mine,” I whisper, my voice full of love and reverence. “And I am yours.”

CHAPTER 64

AURORA

His stav is still sheathed fully inside me, and I love the feel of his knot deep within. With my back pressed against the mountain, he curls his wings around me, protecting my skin from the rock as he seals his mouth over mine and kisses me again.

Breathless and completely sated, I’m surprised when he rolls his hips against mine and growls low in arousal. “Again?” I gaze up at him, still slightly dazed from my climax.

Thalric traces his thumb across my lower lip, studying me intensely. “I will take you many times this night. If you will have me.”

Softly biting my lower lip, I nod. My head falls back as he begins to grind his hips against mine, the pleasurable fullness of his knot making everything even more sensitive.

He cups my cheek, forcing my gaze back to his. “I want to watch you as you find your release,” he says, his voice low and deep. “Tell me you are mine,” he growls. “Just as I am yours.”

“I’m yours,” I barely manage, my body tightening around him as he drags me to the edge of my desire. “And you’re mine.”

My words unleash something inside him, and he quickens his pace, thrusting into me like a man possessed, each stroke becoming deeper and more forceful.

My every muscle goes tense a moment before I cry out his name as my release rushes through me like fire, destroying me entirely, leaving behind nothing but ash in its wake.

My release triggers his own and he roars as he explodes inside me, intense heat flooding my core as his stav pulses and his knot throbs powerfully within, filling me with the delicious warmth of his seed.

It’s so much, it feels as though it goes on forever.

Panting heavily, he drops his forehead to mine, his warm breath mingling with my own as he remains knotted deep inside me. “Mine,” he rasps before he captures my mouth in a claiming kiss.

EPILOGUE

THALRIC

Soft, golden light spills through the window, bathing us in warmth as I curl protectively around Aurora, my wing draped over her body.

She cradles our son against her chest, his tiny, squalling cries filling the quiet of our chamber. It’s been a week since his birth, and I still marvel at him… His sturdy little body, tiny wings, stone gray skin, the tiny buds of his horns, and the smallest claws I’ve ever seen.

He is completely Gargoyle in every way except for his eyes. They are a warm brown color, like Aurora’s. He looks up at us, his eyes bright and curious despite his fussing.

I chuckle quietly, gently taking the warm, squirming bundle into my arms. “I believe he has inherited your stubbornness.”

“My stubbornness?” She narrows her eyes in mock irritation. “Don’t you mean my determination?”

“Of course,” I joke in return. I smile down at our son as he yawns sleepily, his tiny fists stretching briefly.

Aurora brushes a finger tenderly across his little cheek. “He’s perfect, Thalric.”

He is. My heart swells fiercely, my throat tightening with emotion as I gaze down at my beautiful family. “Just like his mother.”

She laughs, resting her head against my shoulder. Her gaze drifts thoughtfully toward the window where blossoms sway in the breeze. “It’s beautiful outside. Perhaps we should go sit in the gardens for a bit?”

Before she can move, I rise smoothly from the bed, gathering both Aurora and our child effortlessly into my arms as if they weigh nothing at all.

Her delighted laugh fills the room as my wings unfurl, carrying us gently from our chamber down into the castle gardens below.

Settling onto a cool stone bench, I draw Aurora securely into my lap, curling my wings protectively around them both. My heart feels so full as I study them.

This is my family… my reason, my strength, my world. And in this moment, wrapped safely in the warmth of my wings, I vow to always protect them.

As I gaze down at my family, the truth settles deep within. They are precious and I cherish them with all that I am. My heart is stone—unyielding, eternal, and completely and wholly theirs.