He now understood what it meant to be favored by fate. While others wandered through life searching for their mate, he had somehow been guided to his. Now, she had claimed him. The realization settled over him like a comforting embrace, reminding him that he was truly blessed. With Starla by his side,his heart had finally found its home, and he silently vowed to cherish and protect her for the rest of their lives.
Acting purely on reflex, he broke their kiss and pressed his lips against the base of her neck. The compulsion to complete their mating bond was something that he couldn’t deny. It was visceral need, an instinct that was destined from the moment she had started sharing her magic with him.
He gently pressed his fangs into the delicate curve of her neck, piercing her delicate skin with a reverence that felt both primal and intimate. The taste of her blood exploded on his tongue, and sent a wave of hunger surging through him, filling him with a longing so fierce it threatened to consume him.
He pushed his own magic into her, completing the exchange that bonded them together as true mates. The moment their connection solidified, all lingering doubts or guilt faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. He marveled at the completeness of their bond and nearly purred from the pleasure coursing through him.
From this moment, they would be forever entwined.
Two halves of a whole, bound together by magic and love.
Remy was caught off guard as a pulse of strong magic exploded inside the room, sending him flying backward. He let out a vicious snarl when his back hit the wall, then he slid back down on the bed. At first, he thought someone had managed to sneak into the room while he’d been distracted and was trying to attack them. Then, he blinked in surprise when he realized the magic filling the room wasn’t coming from an enemy.
It was coming from his mate.
He was a little worried that his little mate was lit up and glowing like a star. It seemed as though their magic exchange had triggered some sort of recovery phase, as if the light was burning off the remnants of whatever spell she had been under.It was mesmerizing watching her, and the light pulsing from her had a hypnotic effect on him.
Although she had been beautiful before, the soothing light made her look even more glorious. He couldn’t help wanting to go to her and pull her back into his arms. He didn’t like the distance between them, even if it was only a few feet, but he didn’t want to interrupt the healing process.
Whatever had been holding her back was unleashed, and now, all he could do was watch in awe.
Chapter Six
As the lightgrew brighter, Remy had to glance away. His eyes widened in astonishment when he saw that his bedroom had been altered by his mate’s magic. In the matter of mere minutes, what had once been an ordinary bedroom had been transformed into a magical fairy bower.
The plain white walls and ceiling were now covered with a breathtaking tapestry of vibrant green foliage blooming with delicate, luminescent flowers. The tree that once stood sentry outside his bedroom window had expanded so the thick trunk was now part of the exterior wall. The thick branches stretched into the room as if wanting to be closer to Starla, creating a full canopy over his desk.
More branches sprouted out of the ground, altering the bedframe into an intricate cradle that surrounded the mattress. Even the white doors that led to the bathroom and closet had been changed into dark panels of natural wood. The air itself was rich with the scent coming from the glowing flowers, but it wasn’t cloying or overpowering. Instead, he found it quite appealing.
The entire room now radiated an otherworldly beauty that made it unrecognizable. It felt as though his mate had created a secret haven for them that was completely closed off from the rest of the world. He fucking loved it. Damien would probably have a shit fit when he realized what Starla had done to his building, but Remy would have to worry about that later. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything but being with his mate.
He almost swallowed his tongue when Starla knelt on the end of the bed and stretched her arms up over her head in a languid, seductive pose. He tried to reach for her but was startled whenhe noticed thick vines had wound around his wrists, holding him firmly against the wooden headboard.
Instinct made him struggle against the bonds holding him, but he quickly realized just how stupid that was. He was exactly where he wanted to be, so it made no sense to attempt to free himself. If his mate wanted to play, that was fine with him. To hell with that. If she wanted to tie him up and climb him like her personal jungle gym, then he was ready and willing.
That was actually a little surprising to him since he’d always figured he was too damn alpha to bend to anyone else’s will. However, that was before meeting his mate. Starla was now the exception to his every rule. He realized he would do just about anything to please her. Anything she wanted, he would willingly give her.
Hell, he would gladly set the world on fire just to keep her warm.
Remy ached for her, craved her with a hunger that would never be sated. He had to force himself to be patient, though. Something disturbing had happened to her tonight, and he couldn’t forget that. Even though she was safe now, he wanted her to feel in control of the situation to make sure she was comfortable with him.
When her gaze locked onto his and she began crawling toward him, his hands clenched into tight fists. She looked like a predator stalking prey, and it riled his own primal instincts. The animal within him wanted to meet that perceived challenge head-on, which warred with his desire to restrain himself.
He was about to warn her, but ended up swallowing his words when their clothes disappeared, leaving them both naked. He gaped at her.
Not in shock, but in sheer admiration.
Starla was absolutely glorious. Her pale skin glistened like a luminous pearl in the light coming from the glowing blossoms inthe room. Her silver hair gleamed like liquid metal as it cascaded down her back and fell around her shoulders. He wanted to put his hands on her, to grip her tiny waist and cup her full breasts. His mouth watered as he imagined sucking her pretty pink-tipped nipples into his mouth. He wanted her long legs wrapped around him while he was buried deep inside of her.
But most of all, he wanted her to keep staring at him like she was right now.
As if he were her entire universe.
Even though most shifters were blessed with naturally muscular forms, his body had been honed to perfection through years of rigorous training. He spent countless hours pushing himself to the limits, and the results of his discipline and determination showed in his impressive physique. But he never felt more proud of his body than he did having Starla’s approving gaze on him.
His muscles tensed and flexed under her examining perusal. He found himself wanting to preen and pose for her, but felt awkward since he didn’t know how. When her hungry gaze settled on this thick erection, it pulsed and throbbed from her attention. He barely held back a groan when she slowly licked her lower lip.
By the gods, she was killing him.
