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“Yes,” I whispered, my hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He gave one last thrust before I felt him tense, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a groan. All remaining doubts were drowned out by another wave of pleasure as he spilled himself inside my pussy.

We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath, until he finally rolled off of me, pulling me against his chest.

“Mate,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I could feel the bond between us now, the magic that linked us together. It was like a warm glow in the back of my mind, and I knew that I could never be separated from Julian without feeling the ache of it. The bite was only the beginning of the ritual, and I hadn’t given myself to him fully, but I knew now how easy it would be to do so. How good it would feel, at least in the moment.

Still, my heart ached as I felt him kiss the top of my head. This man had just changed everything about my life. He had taken away my freedom and forced me to become his mate, but the battle was not done. Julian would learn that one loss wasn’t enough to bring me to bow.

But for the moment, I let myself bask in the afterglow of the mating ritual and rested. I would need my strength.

Chapter 10 - Julian

When the heat of our mating frenzy faded, things became tense again as Whitney and I gathered our undamaged clothes and started to head back to the cabins.

We walked in silence, neither of us sure what to say or do. I could feel the tension rolling off of my mate, and I knew she was angry with me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. The mating was done, and there was no changing it.

Still, I was sure she would be furious when she woke up in the morning and realized that she was bound to me for the rest of her life. She had fought so hard to prevent this very thing from happening, and now she was stuck with me.

“You’re thinking too loud,” she finally said, breaking the silence between us.

“Sorry,” I muttered, glancing over at her. She was walking beside me, her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl on her face.

I couldn’t help but smile a little. She was even more beautiful when she was angry, and she was definitely pissed off.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m not sure, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh, I bet. You’re definitely not cheering in your head about winning this little standoff I’m sure.”

“No,” I admitted, glancing over at her. “It’s…you, I suppose. Even though you hate me and probably want to kill me right now, I’m happy that you’re here. I know it sounds crazy, but…it feels right. You feel right, even if you don’t believe it yet.”

Whitney let out a snort as we rounded the corner, approaching the front door of my cabin. “I don’t understand how you can say that. Don’t you realize how messed up this is?”

Her voice caught in her throat, and I reached out to put my arm around her, but she shook me off, scowling. “Don’t touch me,” she said, her voice cold as ice.

Fine. If she wanted to play it that way, so be it. I’d already gotten what I wanted, and she could stomp around for the rest of the night about it for all I cared. I knew there was no way she would leave me after what had happened between us, even if she was still trying to deny it.

“Look, Whitney, I know this is hard for you. It’s not easy for me either,” I said, opening the front door and stepping aside so she could walk past me into the cabin. “But it’s done. Now you’re safer and stronger. It’s not like you didn’t gain anything from this.”

“You have no idea what I gained or lost from this.”

I shut the door behind me and followed her into the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down at the table. She looked up at me, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know what story you’re telling yourself inside your head, but this changes almost nothing between us. I never planned on having a mate. I’ll use whatever extra strength I get from you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m still going to be a demon hunter. I resent the hell out of you.”

“And I’ve already told you,” I growled, reaching out to grab her face, forcing her to look up at me, “Your fire is what makes you my perfect mate.”

“Stop saying that!” she hissed, jerking away from me. “I don’t care how you feel about me! Now that Laura is free, you’re just…a means to an end. Nothing more. My magic will be stronger now, and my senses. You’ve given me the tools I need to do my job better, and that’s all you are.”

“Bullshit,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “If that’s all I was, then you would’ve done everything you could to prevent this from happening. You wouldn’t have given in so easily.”

She scowled at me, “I did it to save Laura.”

“Maybe,” I said, shrugging. “But what about afterward? When we were alone in the woods? Did you fight me then, when we were both naked and vulnerable? No.”

Whitney’s cheeks flushed, and I knew I had her there. “Just…shut up. Please. It’s done and I want some time to unwind.”

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