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Luna thumped the wall, her body shaking as she came hard and fast, her muscles contracting against my fingers, and her ass grinding into my groin. My arms took her weight when her legs wobbled and she almost collapsed. I pressed another kiss on the raised mark on her shoulder, tugging her back and continuing to wash her.

She slowly turned in my arms, and a memory of the one time we swam together flashed through my mind, her body outlined by the moonlight. Water cascaded over her head from the shower, my gaze moving to the curve of her breast and down over her abdomen.

“You didn’t experience pleasure,” Luna said in a low tone that made my stomach muscles tense, her fingers gently caressing my erection that was pressed against her abdomen.

“Your body is healed, but you’re still weak,” I replied. “And right now, my wolf is barely on a leash.”

Her hand moved rhythmically over my dick, stroking him in a way which made me thrust into her hand. “Maybe I like it when he loses control,” Luna said. “When he is all fur, claws, and teeth.”

She was the only one able to tame him enough to find her way into our bedroom. He had never allowed anyone into our life after she left. Four hundred years was a long time to have blue balls and the life of celibacy.

Luna dipped suddenly, her mouth engulfing my dick, her hand gripping my base. She worked hard and fast, her head bobbing up and down even as she pumped me rapidly.

“Fuck,” I muttered, locking my knees into place. She was a bad man’s ultimate fantasy, with her dark eyes staring up at me, and her mouth filled with my dick. Right now, there was no good in me as my hips thrust in time with her mouth. That delicious burning lava of desire trickled down my spine and tightened my balls.

I grabbed her hair, trying to warn her, but her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The intensity of the situation made my gums ache as my canines lengthened, my nails sharpening into claws. She was a temptress sent to captivate and ensnare me, and I was her willing slave.

I came hard, my dick pumping cum into her mouth and down her throat, throbbing his release. I pulled her back onto her feet, my mouth crashing into hers, tasting myself as we frantically kissed each other until I could barely breathe and my toes were wrinkling in the water swirling around my feet.

Taking a staggered breath when we pulled apart, I reluctantly pulled back and turned off the water. “I swore I would give you time to heal,” I said, my lips turning up with a rueful smile. “Then I lose control in the shower.”

She stood on her tiptoes to stare me in the eye. “We both know that’s not true. When you lose control, I have teeth marks on my body and claw marks down my back.”

A low growl rumbled in my chest at the thought of her covered in our scent and wearing our marks.

Luna grabbed my hand and brought it to her lower stomach. “I discovered something when I was in Purgatory,” she said, staring up at me. “They explained that I’ve been on a journey most of my life to reach this moment. Mother priestess also explained the main reason I survived the death curse is because our daughter protected me.”

It took several moments for her words to sink in, and then my eyes met hers.

“Daughter?” I queried, the word sticking in my throat as my gaze moved to where she held our hands.

“Your wolf did do that knotting thing and stuck your enormous cock inside me for hours.” She shrugged one slender shoulder. “You did say at the time it was a wolf thing for procreation.”

“Yeah, but I never imagined that was what my wolf was planning.” The bastard had been playing the long game, ensuring he tethered Luna to us in every way he could.

Her fingers tightened around mine and a wave of possessiveness washed over me.

I never believed I would ever have a family of my own, yet Luna stood before me carrying my child. She was more than my mate, she was the beginning and ending of every wish I had ever cast, and I would rain death and misery on anyone who tried to take her from me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Luna

People talked around me as everyone began to arrive for the meeting, yet I sat here contemplating everything that had happened. My hand rested over my stomach, sensing the energy of our daughter, a tiny soul that was part me and part Salvator. In my wildest imagination, I never believed I would ever be a mother. Witches tended to have their children in their first human lifetime, and it never occurred to me that we could conceive at my age.

“Luna!” Maia raced into the room like a tornado eradicating everything in its path. I stood up just before she impacted me, squeezing me until it felt like my ribs would break. “Thank the great goddess that you made it back to us.”

She rocked me from side to side, muttering under her breath, and I felt her magic surround me in a protective hug.

“I’m fine,” I said.

“I know, but Aisha is out there, and after everything I’ve heard, we could all do with a few extra wards.” She stepped back, still holding onto me, her eyes dropping to my abdomen. “She was the only reason I was able to keep you with me. Her magic held onto the golden cord of your soul.”

If anyone would have been able to sense the energy of a baby, it was Maia. She was empathic with some abilities thatallowed her to view auras with the same ease as others saw people.

Maia assessed me, her eyes glowing a gentle purple, revealing her heritage as a love deity. “You have completed your mating, there is the language of love in your aura.”

My cheeks heated at her words, my mating still new and breathtakingly exciting.

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