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“Make love to me as you bite me,” I reply, hands traveling up to tangle in his hair. “Let’s cement this bond together.”

He nods. “Together.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

NICK

I’m convinced I’m dreaming.

There’s no way Izzy forgave me this quickly. There’s no way I’m slowly unwrapping her like the most beautiful present the Goddess could have ever given me.

I’m not going to fuck her tonight. I’m not going to chase after our pleasure like the hounds of hell are behind us.

I’m going to make love to my mate like I have the rest of my life to do so. Like there’s no rush at all. Like she’s mine.

I tenderly remove her clothing, and mine along the way, until her soft skin is bare under my fingers. And even so, I can’t help but leisurely run my hand along every curve and dip of her body.

Finding little freckles above her hip that I hadn’t noticed before.

When I finally circle my fingers around her clit, she’s wet and soft, panting into my ear with an aching little whine. I notch my cock with her entrance, pushing in as her kiss-swollen mouth opens on a little ‘o’.

“I love you,” she gasps, one hand on my cheek and the other on my chest.

I’m already so close. So full of love for my mate that my cock throbs inside her as I start a slow rhythm. I find those forest canopy green eyes of hers, locking in with her gaze.

“I love you,” I say, hips slowly moving. “I love you so much, Izzy. I’m going to move you into this house tomorrow. I’m going to marry you.”

She moans, nodding her assent. Her want of a future with me.

Her pussy walls clench around me as my thumb continues circling her clit. We’re almost there.

“Bite me as I bite you, petite copine.” My nose trails along her skin, goosebumps erupting right on the spot I’m going to press my mating mark.

Her lips press a gentle kiss to that very spot on my neck, and my whole body shudders, knot swelling.

I let my canines elongate. “Now, Izzy.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

ISABELLA

“Now, Izzy.”

He says it with such confidence, and I know he’s right. It’s time.

I press another kiss to his sweat-slicked skin, pretending I can scent him like another wolf could. This is it.

I may have always been his, but he’s always been mine.

I sink my teeth into the skin there as hard as I can, just as his teeth latch onto my neck and bite, his canines elongating to break the skin, and my thoughts shatter into a million tiny pieces.

And as those little pieces come back together, they collect some new ones. Parts of Nick that lodge themselves in my chest.

I can feel him.

Nothing concrete like actual thoughts, but I can feel how elated he is. How viciously in love with me he is.

The comedown from the best orgasm I’ve ever had is slow but as sweet as pulling taffy.