“Fucking perfection,dkaar,” Sylvik growled, his voice strained. “So tight, so wet. You take my cock so well.”
His words sent me higher, my body responding to his praise. I was so close, already on the edge again. “Mate,” I gasped, my palms splayed across his chest. Each thrust brought me closer, each word pushed me higher.
“Mate,” he agreed. “Forever.”
I managed an incoherent, “L-Love you, Sylvik,” and my response was a low chuckle.
When I closed my eyes, I could see colors behind my lids. But I didn’t need toseehim, because I could feel him, feel every inch of him. From the towel beneath my knees to my inner thighs holding him tightly to the slap of my ass against his skin…I knew him.
There is a knowing.
My body knew his,hummedfor his. My inner muscles already trembled in anticipation.
And then he reached between our bodies. “Are you ready, Brooke?” my Mate growled, his voice a low rumble. His thumb found my clit, circling it, teasing it.
“Together,” I gasped. “Always.”
And then I was coming again, my body exploding with pleasure. I screamed, my nails digging into his chest as I held on. I felt him stiffen, prayed he’d claim me fully, and then?—
Sylvik roared, his cock throbbing inside me as he found his own release. I could feel his hot seed filling me, could feel his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm, and that filled me with even more pleasure than my climax itself. He’d allowed himself to claim me fully.
We were Mated.
It was intense, the pleasure almost too much to bear. But I took it all, took everything he gave me. Because this was us, our bond, our future. And I wanted it all.
It took ages before my heartbeat returned to something approaching normal. I collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around me as we panted together. His cock was still inside me, still hard. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, could feel his breath on my neck.
“I love you, Brooke,” he murmured, his voice soft.
“I love you too, Sylvik,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. “Merry Christmas.”
Ifelthim smile. Not just against my skin, but against my heart.There is a knowing. “Merry Christmas, Mate.”
Sylvik was my new dream.
Epilogue
Sylvik
The wedding was magnificent.
Granted, the last week, since the evening of the 25th, had been something of a dream for me—and, dare I say, Brooke as well—but she managed to pull off the most incredibly romantic event Eastshore Isle had ever seen.
Through all the preparation, I’d been at her side, possibly neglecting my responsibilities for Radiance, Inc for a few days, but not minding at all. I’d kept up her morale, fetched hot cocoas from the diner, and made sure she drank water. I helped Brooke keep track of orders and deliveries and counted and recounted centerpieces, and set up and decorated the potted Christmas trees. And I loved seeing her creative genius at work.
At eleven p.m., her masterpiece was set.
The guests began arriving, and Tarkhan, Garrak, and I helped seat everyone as Brooke ran about, checking the string quartet was ready and the tech booth was set. She looked stunning in the hunter-green long-sleeved gown Riven had chosen for her and Sami to wear, and I thought Garrak and I looked fairly dapper in our formal black with silver accents.
Then everyone was seated, and we were settled into place in the living room, waiting for our cues to step onto the back patio. Brooke stood by the door, wearing a headset, and as the music began, gave Abydos his cue. I walked down the aisle behind Tarkhan and the groom, my chest swelling with pride to be included, and pride for what my Mate had accomplished.
Then it was Sami’s turn to walk down the aisle, and the way Tarkhan looked at her told me he was just as proud of his Mate as I was of mine. But when Brooke stepped onto the stones of the patio, the clicking of her heels heard over the cello and violins, I knew there wasn’t a more beautiful female in the world.
Mine.
Brooke held my gaze as she walked toward me, the sweetest smile on her lips, and in that moment, I knew the truth: I wanted this. I wanted to stand before my family and friends and declare my intention to honor her for the rest of my life.
Good thing you bought that ring, huh?
