We hold each other.
And it’s perfect.
Not polished.Not practiced.Not some fairytale fantasy.
Just real.
Raw.
Honest.
Ours.
And perfect forus.
Her skin is still flushed from our claiming.Her lips are swollen from my mouth.Her breathing has settled into a slow, even rhythm, and she fits against me like a key in a lock I’ve been carrying around my whole damn life.
I don’t want to move.
Don’t want this moment to end.
Ever.
There’s a million things I know we need to do.
Talk about, plan for.
The mansion.The Crypts.The ghosts.The Hellmouth we’ve barely kept sealed.The warlock magic threading under this whole damn town like a loaded tripwire.
All of it’s urgent.
But none of it matters.
Not now.
Not with Megan tucked beneath my arm, one thigh hooked over mine, her scent stamped all over me like proof that I belong somewhere at last.
For the first time in years, my brain is quiet.My Wolf is purring, settled, smug.
Content.
I close my eyes, and sleep takes me before I can second-guess a damn thing.
Chapter14
Owen
The peace doesn’t last.
Before dawn, my phone buzzes.
Once.
Twice.
Then again.
And again.
