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I can’t stop if I try.

I move my hips, driving into her, sealing our bond with the blessing of the Fates themselves.

She is mine.

And I am hers.

“Es meus,” I growl as her pussy clenches.

I follow my sweet mate, falling with her into sweet oblivion. And for the first time in my very long life, I feel content.

I feel whole.

All because of her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-CASEY

Mind-blowing magical sex notwithstanding, waking up from my post-coital nap to a feeling of intense, searing pain on my chest isn’t exactly funsies.

Like, not at all.

“OW!” I shout, bolting upright in the bed like I’ve just been branded.

The pain is white-hot, blooming beneath my left collarbone and radiating outward like fire on my skin.

“Casey?” Zeke’s voice is immediate, panicked.

He’s up and next to me in an instant, crouching beside the bed like some kind of half-naked cowboy superhero. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Burns,” I groan, clutching my chest. “It burns! I feel like someone pressed a curling iron to my boob!”

He winces, visibly trying not to laugh, and then his expression changes.

Grows serious.

Reverent.

“Let me see, Petals,” he murmurs, gently peeling my trembling hand away.

And there it is.

On my skin, still glowing faintly, is a mark.

Not a bruise.

Not a rash.

A mark—etched in swirling lines of ember and ash, shaped like a rose unfurling in fire.

“What the hell?” My breath stutters.

Zeke doesn’t answer. He just stares. First at me, then at his own chest.

He grimaces and I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

I follow his gaze and see his tattoo. It’s glowing, too.

The thorny rose ink over his heart pulses in tandem with mine. And it—it’s growing.

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