Kai growls in response and I feel his body tense, his cock pumping faster now as we teeter on the edge of release. My body shudders as he lowers his head and bites down hard on my mate mark. Fireworks explode behind my eyes; a scream tears from my throat as my orgasm rips through me. Kai’s growls vibrate against my skin as he follows me over the edge.
We stay there wrapped in each other, him still planted deep inside me until our breathing returns to normal.
Kai’s mouth moves over my neck and jaw, skimming my mouth.“So fucking sexy,” he says into my mind.
Kai finally leaves me in bed and takes a quick shower, the sound of running water filling the quiet room. I stay nestled in the warmth of the blankets, watching the bathroom door, anticipation curling in my stomach. When he finally steps out, completely dressed, I pout. The sight of him all put together while I’m still lounging in bed feels almost unfair.
His blue eyes crinkle with amusement as he catches my expression, and he shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “When I get you home, we’re locking ourselves away for days,” he says, his voice carrying a teasing edge.
I arch an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
Kai’s eyes darken, a shadow of desire crossing his face. “Both,” he replies, his voice low and filled with intent.
I sit up in bed with a surge of mischief. In an instant, I fade out of existence, only to reappear directly in front of him. His breath catches, and I grin, watching as his eyes dilate, dropping to take in my naked form. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can see the battle in his mind, torn between staying composed and giving in to the desire that’s clearly written across his face.
“Lukas will be waiting,” he says, dropping a quick kiss to my lips and backing out the door.
I stand there naked and wave. “Okay.”
Kai’s expression looks pained as he turns and heads downstairs. With a lighthearted laugh, I make my way into the bathroom, needing to wash off all the sex. I flick on the shower, step into the warm spray, and close my eyes. I can’t remember ever feeling so carefree before.
“You are finally happy, child.”
“You deserve this. Deserve him.”
“He is perfect.”
My eyes pop open, and a wave of embarrassment washes over me, instantly dampening my happy thoughts.
“Wait, did you guys. . . see all that?”
“No, we don’t just sit around and watch you,”one of the voices says with a laugh.
My shoulders slump with relief. Thank god.
As I cleanse my body, the warm water cascading over me, memories of Kai’s mate mark on my groin flood my mind, vivid and sharp. I glance down, curious to see the marking.
But what I find takes my breath away.
There, where Kai’s mate mark once resided, is a swirl of magic, shimmering with a life of its own. The mark has transformed, now a delicate silver symbol etched into my skin, forming an infinity sign. It’s a reminder of our bond, a tether connecting us on a level deeper than words can express.
Now I’m eager to see what the other mark is.
With the water from the shower still dripping off my body, I reach for the towel and step out, the steam in the bathroom creating a hazy atmosphere. I move closer to the mirror to get a better view. The imprint of a wolf’s outline adorns my skin, with the full moon serving as a mesmerizing backdrop.
It’s him, and it’s perfect.
Chapter forty-four
Ashwiyaa
“Protect those who protect you. Loyalty is everything.”
Seraphina disappeared into the woods an hour ago, joining Talon and Astraea in their playful escapades. I know she won’t go far, and that she is safe so long as she stays on pack lands. Plus, I know Astraea and Talon can keep her safe. The young girl is different; there’s something uniquely otherworldly about her. There is no doubt that she’s more than just a legacy. The blood of Tuatha de Danann or, as some know it, Tribe of the Gods, runs thick through her veins. Astraea will surpass all of us in powers and abilities. I just hope she survives her Renascitur.
I pick up a handful of stones, rolling them between my fingers, their cool, smooth surfaces grounding me in the present. With a flick of my wrist,I skip them across the water. The rhythmicplink-plink-plinkof the stones touching the surface brings a small, fleeting sense of peace. The slow flow of the river, shimmering under the afternoon sun, is calming and tranquil, a stark contrast to the chaos that defined my time in Faerie.
As I watch the stones disappear beneath the gentle ripples, I reflect on how far I’ve come. My body really took a beating—I’ve never been so battered and bruised in my life. The deep gashes and bruises have faded to mere memories etched on my skin.
