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“Nia,” he sighed my name softly. “Ma mate.”
I felt relief, reverence and a sudden surge of tender love. My chest opened, and I felt the bond. Not physically, but through something mystical, magical and ancient. Tears raced down my cheeks as I felt everything pour out from him.
“Lyall,” I whispered so quietly that I didn't think he would hear me.
He wiped my tears with his thumbs.
“Now yae know,” he whispered back.
The man was desperately in love with me.
Not because of biology, but something soul-deep.
Something unbreakable.
Something I'd never experienced before.
I clutched at his back and shoulders, holding him to me as sobs racked through my body.
Chapter 27
Lyall
My breath caught in my throat when she began to weep. I never considered that a human could complete the bond, let alone how overwhelming it would feel for her.
Conall whimpered. A sound he’d never made before.
I wrapped my arms around Nia’s trembling body, careful not to crush her beneath my weight. Her hands tightened around my neck, locking us together like she’d never let me go. I held her, but when she didn’t stop crying, I tried to reassure her.
“Hush, ma wee darlin’. Dinnae cry,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her flushed, wet cheek.“Am never leavin’yer side and ah’ll never stop lovin’yae.”
She took a ragged breath and sniffed.
“You're going to think I've lost my marbles,” she said, her voice muffled against my neck.
“Did yae no see the shrine ah made ‘o yae?” I said with a chuckle.
“That’s true,” she said with another sniff, but thank goodness there were no more tears.
“Ah know it will feel strange tae yae at first, but we’re both here fur ye,” I said, moving to cradle her head. “We never left London—not after the first whiff of yae.”
Her pussy clenched around my knot, pulling a groan from deep in my chest as I rocked against her. I kept a slow, steady rhythm until her muscles milked me again. She gasped as more come spilled inside her, hips rising to meet mine, breath hot against my neck.
“Ma wee greedy mate,” I murmured, voice thick with reverence and lust.“Once is never enough fur yae, eh?”
She didn’t answer with her mouth.
Instead, her hands slid down my back, slow and sure, until they gripped my arse so tight her nails dug into me. She used the leverage to grind herself up against me, chasing every last drop I had to give her.
Our mate. Conall said, but I felt his pride and joy.
I felt the same way. My neck throbbed from the vicious bite she’d given me. I would wear her mark like a badge of honour.
I kissed her shoulder before giving her what she craved.
More of my knot.
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