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I kiss her nose.

"My Queen. My mate."

My mouth finds hers, and I haul her up against me. Her thighs wrap around my waist, and my hands rest under her backside. Her wings splay behind her as she deepens our kiss.We are a battle of clashing tongues and teeth. She rocks against me, desperate for the release only I can give her.

"You're my mate, Finn. Mine forever."

Kissing along her jaw, I lick into the hollow of her throat. Arden shivers as her head falls back. My mouth trails lower, tasting the valley between her breasts.

"More, my love. Please," she begs.

"Do you need me, Queenie? Need me to pleasure your little cunt?"

"Yes, yes!" Her hand slides down my chest and tangles in the top of my pants. "I need you inside me, Finn."

It's my turn to groan as she roughly cups me. Gods—or Spirits, I should say—spare me. This is all I want. I've wanted her from the moment we met. Even still, I remove her hand.

She protests as I kiss her palm and meet her lust-filled gaze.

"I want to call you my wife before I claim your first time."

Her smile rivals the sun for brilliance.

"That can be arranged, Finn."

"In the meantime, take off your dress. I need to feast between your thighs before we make our journey back."

Arden giggles as she takes my mouth again.

"I love you," she breathes. "So much."

The words sink into my blood and burn into my bones.

I was always running before. At the time, I thought it was my need for adventure, but I understand what I spent all these years chasing.

It wasn't my freedom from my curse.

I was looking for her. My soul was spurring me towards its other half.

Our love transcends worlds, curses, and deadly creatures with oozing flesh. It is more powerful than fear and more certain than death.

"Do me a favor, Queenie."

"Anything."

My breath catches as she tosses the scrap of fabric away. Her naked flesh glows beneath my gaze. Liquid arousal glitters on her inner thighs.

"Scream my name loud enough for everyone at Glimmerveil to hear."

Her pink freckles gleam like stars.

"As you wish, my King."

18

FINN

We wed five days later on Beltane.