Page 194 of Wolfkissed
And then I can’t think at all, because the most intense orgasm of all crashes into me, wrenching a scream from my mouth. The pleasure is somehow multiplied, and it keeps rising and cresting, cresting and rising. I’ve come, but I’m still coming, and I realize I feel Valen’s orgasm, too. He’s released my bruised neck and is groaning my name, his cock jerking inside me. His release feedsmine, and mine feeds his, and I wonder if you can die from too much pleasure.
A pleasure that pierces my soul, because this is Valen inside me, over me, around me, everywhere. And I love him more than I could ever tell him.
I think he feels it now, though, through the bond, because he lets out a shuddery breath and whispers in my ear, “I know, love. Words are too small for what we feel.”
That’s exactly right.
EPILOGUE
VALERIAN
“What do you think of this spot?” I ask.
She walks among the sparse trees and lifts a hand to absently rub the back of her neck. She has been doing this sometimes since the bonding night, since I bit and marked her. She says she likes feeling the small, raised scar there, marking her as my official mate.
She says she wants to bite me, too. With her small, human teeth, the scar won’t take, but I told her she can bite me every night and every morning, renewing the mark. She can bite me anywhere. I’ll let her mark me all over.
I’d fucking love that.
“Wow. The views of the plain below are breathtaking. It’s such a pretty spot.” She gazes down, hands on her hips. “What did you have in mind?”
“A house,” I tell her. “A rose garden. A few dogs. A few rabbits. I’ll build a stone fence here…” I take her hand and walk the perimeter with her. “A henhouse here. A vegetable patch. A small orchard.”
She ducks her head. “It sounds nice. Could I bring over Della and the guys from back home? And invite my cousins over? I miss them.”
“Whatever your heart desires.”
A smile plays on her lips. “Is this land yours?”
“Yeah. It belonged to my mother. She wanted to build a house here, once she left the temple.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “for?—”
I tug her against me and smile down at her. “Somehow, she brought you to me, and for that I’m grateful.”
“I miss my mother, too,” she whispers. “And my father, although it’s been even longer.”
Putting my arms around her, I crush her to my chest and kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry, Princess. Nobody should have had to go through such pain.”
“But you’re right,” she whispers against my chest. “Everything that happened to us brought us together, and I’m grateful, too.”
I pull back and place my fingers under her chin. “You’d tell me if anything made you unhappy? If I made you unhappy?”
“You are my favorite person in the world,” she whispers, and that vise around my heart returns, cutting off my breath and making the backs of my eyes sting.
“Right back at you, Princess.”
She grins. “So… rabbits and hens, huh?”
“And dogs,” I say. “Cats, if you like. Goats. Baby goats are cute.”
“And maybe some babies of our own later on?” she whispers.
My face splits into a grin. “Fuck, yeah. I wasn’t sure you wanted any. Dark fae, wolfie babies, you know?”
“Valen… Of course I want babies with you,” she says. “I’ve only ever wanted them with you.”
“That’s right,” I growl. “Only with me.”
