He explodes, crying out my name like a prayer, spilling his seed deep inside.
Dayton collapses over me. His heart beats in time with mine, our breath mingling as we gasp for air.
I hold him close. “I’m yours,” I whisper.
“And I’m yours,” he pants, “forever.”
We lie in the bed, unwilling to be parted from each other’s bodies. He stays sheathed within me. Every so often, he tilts his head, placing a kiss to my ear, my jaw.
I am content to hold him close, to feel comfort in the press of his chest against mine, to weave my fingers through the thick strands of his hair.
Then, a fading light flickers over the bed, a golden beam playing across the muscles of his back, and it shimmers like starlight.
“Dayton,” I whisper softly. “It’s happening.”
He lifts his head and gives a rueful smirk. “Is that what that tingly magical feeling inside of me is?”
I hold his gaze. This is how it’s always been between Dayton and me, ever since our first meeting in the hot springs. Magical, tingly, explosive. For so long, we fought the threads of fate that bind us together. Our love has proven invincible. Nothing, not war nor lies nor our own fears or doubts can destroy it. This love has lived in me and given me strength, even when I didn’t know what it was. “Yes, Dayton. Our love is magic.”
“Stars, I know,” he says and pulls me up until we’re both sitting. Then, he kisses me.
I feel the powerful magic sparking off his lips, the change beginning within him. He breaks away with a smile on his face, bold and unafraid.
He leaves me, moving to stand at the edge of the bed, lean and powerful body rippling with golden light. He cries out, a burst of color appearing behind him, the silhouette of a wolf. The wolf howls once, then breaks apart into iridescent motes of daylight.
Dayton stands, shoulders broad, hair long, and face fiercer than I’ve ever seen it. Something tremors deep within me, something primal reacting to the power radiating off of him. The power of the unbridled High Prince of Summer.
His very skin seems to glow gold as he walks toward me and cups my face.
“Your curse is broken,” I whisper.
“Because of you.”
He gathers me into his arms and carries me onto the balcony, where the first stars are beginning to glimmer in the sky.
Dayton dips his head to my neck, inhaling. “My first act with no curse will be to take my mate under the stars.”
“Dayton,” I whisper dreamily, the full euphoria of it swelling inside me.
“I’ve never felt power like this before,” he says. “And trust me, you haven’t either.”
Then he sheathes himself inside me. I tilt my head back, crying out to the stars above.
CHAPTER 92
Dayton
My mate in my arms, my cock deep inside her, the stars above me. How could a man want anything more? And how glorious it is to be a man beneath these stars and not at the whim of the moon.
Rosalina cries out, face in the crook of my neck, legs wrapped around my hips. I hold onto her ass, gripping tight to the soft flesh, as I move her up and down my length.
I took her slowly before. I wanted to feel every moment of us coming together. Now that our bond has awoken, something animalistic has taken over. A primal instinct to claim my mate. She’s near feral right now, biting me, clawing at my back, shoving her wet pussy down hard on my cock.
It’s so messy. I filled her to the brim with cum, and now I’m fucking it deep into her. I plan to fill her more, lots more, before this night is over.
“Dayton,” Rosalina moans. My name on her lips is enough to have me completely lose all sense.
I clutch her tighter and walk us to the balcony railing, sitting her down on it. I slow my movements, and we both gaze down, watching our joining. My cock is covered in her slick arousal, veins throbbing with need. Using my thumb, I rub slow circles on her clit, intensifying her pleasure.
