“No,” he murmured, breath hot against my ear. “Look. At. Them.”
Someone laughed nearby. Someone else walked past close enough to stir the air. And gods, I felt myself unraveling.
“Let me hear how desperate you are,” Abram whispered, thrusting up into me so hard a whine broke in my throat. “They won’t see. They won’t know. But I will. I feel every fucking second you enjoy this.”
My vision blurred. My breath came in ragged, broken gasps. His hand tightened. His hips pounded up into me.
“Abram—please—I’m—”
“Cum for me,” he hissed against my mouth. “Do it. Now.”
And I shattered. His name tore out of me as I fisted my hands in his shoulders, pulling him closer like I needed him to breathe. My vision blurred as my orgasm rolled out in waves, overtaking with its ferocity.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, fucking up into me harder, faster. “So fucking perfect.”
Abram’s grip bruised my hips as he slammed into me one last time, burying himself deep and cumming with my name pouring from his lips like worship.
Abram’s breathless exhale warmed the side of my neck as he drew back, kissing me like he was starving for me, like he was made to devour me. My chest tightened, the ache inside me turning primal, raw.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, something curious flickering behind his red gaze before it drifted to my chest, watching the way I breathed for him.
Slowly, his eyes lifted to mine again, and he traced the lines of my face with a touch so reverent it stole what air I had left.
“I don’t want this to end,” he confessed, voice low, aching. “I don’t know how the heavens don’t see that you are already mine.”
Tears stung my eyes as he looked confused and hurt at his confession. Gods, I was deeply in love with him.
He reached forward and fixed my dress before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Abram…” I didn’t know what to say.
“We will figure it out,” he whispered. “Maybe fate is being cruel and pretending like we aren’t mates.”
I stared at him. “Do you want to be mates?”
His eyes widened at my question before he nodded. “Yes.”
The ache in my chest became frantic at his answer. I stepped forward and slammed my mouth over his. Maybe he would love me back. Maybe he was my mate. Maybe I would get to be happy with the one person I wanted more than anything.
Chapter 13
Elowyn
Jade’s coven was not like ours. They didn’t live in a mansion together. They lived in a small village. Maybe my coven would’ve too if we had more of us. Jade had some sort of ward around the property, and as I stepped through it, I felt it hum against me.
I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to keep me out or not, but my magic was buzzing in my veins like nothing would stop me. Jade’s home was extravagant. A three-story white house with charming wood details and flowers that made it look comforting. My boots stepped onto the small stone walk way, and everything around me faded.
My heartbeat was the only thing I could hear. I was nervous. I had never actually come here to try and talk to Jade. The wooden steps groaned under me as I stepped up to the front door—knocking quickly before I lost my nerve. I heard someone coming, and my hands trembled.
The door swung open, and my father stood there. His eyes that matched mine looked at me like I was a stranger. He watched me like a stranger he didn't recognize.
“Father.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t know why I’d expected anyone else.
His expression hardened immediately. “Don’t call me that.” His voice was sharp enough to cut. “I’m not your father.”
The words hit harder than I let him see. I swallowed the ache down like I always did, forcing my hands to stay at my sides. He glanced past me, scanning the road, like he expected an ambush. LikeIwas danger.
“Is Jade home?”
