Max rolled his. “Of course I’ve been tracking you, little blade. It’s as I’ve said. I could’ve caught you, but I didn’t. I’ve never stepped into your business, but you are my mate. Nothing will stop me from ensuring that wherever you are, wherever you go, whoever you’re with,” His jealousy flared at those words, ironically, considering what Sin assumed they all did last night.
A question brewed within her, but she didn’t want to ask.
“No Sin,” he cut off her thoughts.
Their gazes met, and she saw nothing but sincerity in his.
“There’s no one else for me.”
Sin crossed her arms. “So then, who exactly was Wolcott for?”
Max bit his lip as he looked around the room, trying to remember.
Images of her between the two of them flashed in her mind.
“No,” she breathed, unbelieving the images were real.
One after another, including one of her and Wolcott, both sucking off Max.
A giggle bubbled out of her, like the first time she found a smutty novel.
“You let him do all that?” she asked him.
“Sin,” he sighed. “I would do anything that pleased you, so long as at the end of the day, it’s me you come home to.”
Another image flashed. One of Max on top of her, with piercing blue eyes behind him. Sin’s jaw dropped, gaping at him for answers.
He laughed loudly. “Oh Sin, surely you must know the only first I ever experienced with you is love.”
Her breath caught, since she didn’t know that last part.
They shared a heartwarming smile before Max changed the subject. “So decide. I’ll take you wherever you need to go, or you can embark on this adventure with me.”
Sin bit her lip, considering.
“Wherever the fuck we’re going,” he mused, making her laugh.
Crawling back into the bed, ignoring the scent of another male, she straddled her mate. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“We already did.”
Sin smacked his chest, making him grumble with laughter that vibrated through her. Neither of them had gotten dressed yet. And she didn’t think they would soon, since she felt him hardening beneath her.
He cradled her face in his hands, and she pressed her forehead to his.
“Our future is waiting for us,” he said softly, slowly rubbing her arms.
Her face slackened, eyes glistening as she answered against his lips, “Then let’s not keep it waiting.”
Epilogue 1
Three centuries later…
The sandy beaches glimmered beneath the stars emerging, the sunset taking its bow for the night.
The small cottage Sin had built with her magic was filled with trinkets, spells, and everything needed to teach Gideon. Though he was more fae than witch, he would still have a connection with the earth that would call to him. And lately, that call has been from the ocean.
Gideon was ten—his father’s freckles contrasted with Sin’s dark hair. He was the most beautiful being Sin had ever seen, and would fight until her last breath to keep him safe.
