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I scream in ecstasy and my body arcs up to meet him. I raise my head to see his knot being encased by the soft red fur of my sex. Filling me, pumping into me. I’m so close it’s almost painful, but now he’s filling me even more, stretching me, giving me everything I need. Everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Deeper,” I beg. “Harder.”

His eyes narrow, green emeralds glowing in his taut face. His lips quiver, then his face contorts. “I gotta come—are you ready? I can’t hold out,” he pants, and I feel him swelling, deep inside me.

My orgasm builds like a storm within me.

I can’t even scream, my breath is carried away by the rising tide of pleasure.

“Come for me,” Jax orders, his hips canting wildly as he climbs his peak.

All I can do is obey, shattering into a thousand pieces as he howls out my name.

CHAPTER 36

JAX

As we lie together in the aftermath of our lovemaking, I know that being with Tippy has healed me.

More than therapy, more than magic even. Tippy is my magic.

I am no longer the guy with a bunch of neuroses, needing the crutch of a vape to see him through the day.

Nor, for that matter, am I the skittish wolf with a bad attitude and a filthy mouth.

(Okay, the filthy mouth does surface in moments of wild, unadulterated lust, but I know that Tippy loves my dirty wolf words.)

I am man, I am wolf. And I am the High Priest of the Dawnwrought Coven.

I am all of these things.

It’s crazy how my life has changed in barely a week. And yet… It was always leading here, wasn’t it? To this den, lying here with my mate, sated and content. Because the gods and angels had a master plan. They sent me Tippy. And somehow, she saw the good in me, somehow she dragged my sorry ass into the light.

And all that time, she loved me, faults and all.

As I lay next to her and she snuggles into me, my heart is full of wonderment.

I nuzzle her hair, run my fingers along her neck and feel the little raised scar of my mate bite.

“I bit you too, you know,” she says, her lips quirking.

“When?”

“On the mouth, that first time, remember. I claimed you first.”

I gaze down at her in my arms. “Did you not know I was yours already?”

“Maybe.” She giggles, her eyelashes batting.

I roll over and grin at her as I pin her playfully to the mattress. “So you’re prepared to claim me in public as your mate, right?”

She nods.

“In front of the whole of Vixenville?”

“Yes.”

“Even your mom?”