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“Please,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider. “I need you inside me. Elias, I need your cock. I need tofeelyou.”
He growled low in his throat. “You’ll feel me everywhere.”
He lined himself up, thick and hard and leaking with need, and pushed inside her with one long, slow thrust.
Her pussy stretched around him, hot and slick and tight, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then.
“Fuck,” he groaned, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel so fucking good. You were made for me.”
She gasped, nails digging into his back. “Yes. Yes. Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
He moved.
Slow at first, letting her feel every inch, the drag and slide, the way his cock kissed places deep inside her no one else ever could.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, thrusting harder. “My wife. My mate. My everything.”
“Yes,” she cried, meeting his every thrust, her legs locking around his waist. “Yours. Always.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, ragged breath, and the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking her slowly, deeply.
Their bond lit up like wildfire—every emotion amplified. Her pleasure crashed into him like waves. Her love. Her awe. Her surrender.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered hoarsely, watching her hand slide between them to rub her clit. “That’s it. Let me see you come on my cock.”
She shattered seconds later, crying out his name, her pussy clenching so tightly it dragged his orgasm from him with brutal force.
He spilled into her with a roar, hips jerking, everything inside him surrendering as she milked him through it.
They collapsed into each other, sweaty, trembling, hearts thundering.
“I love you,” she whispered, nuzzling against his chest.
He kissed her temple. “Forever.”
And outside, the stars blazed bright over Hollow Oak, blessing the bond now sealed in blood, magic, and love.
39
KAIA
Spring in Hollow Oak was like watching magic come alive.
Kaia stood at the window of her new counseling office above the Book Nook, marveling at the transformation taking place across the town. Cherry blossoms lined Main Street in clouds of pink and white, daffodils pushed through the last patches of snow, and the air carried the green scent of new growth and endless possibility.
Six months had passed since their mating ceremony, and the life she and Elias had built together felt as natural as breathing.
"Mrs. Vane?" A soft voice interrupted her reverie. "I'm sorry I'm a few minutes late."
Kaia turned to smile at her newest client, a young woman who'd arrived in Hollow Oak the previous week with the haunted look of someone running from more than just bad circumstances. Sarah Monroe had been referred by Miriam, who'd taken one look at the girl's restless sleep patterns and sent her straight to the town's dream counselor.
"Please, call me Kaia. And don't worry about the time—I was just enjoying the view." She gestured toward the comfortableseating area she'd arranged near the windows. "Can I get you some tea before we start?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
As Kaia prepared the calming blend Twyla had specifically created for her practice, she studied Sarah with the subtle awareness that six months of professional counseling had taught her. The girl was young, maybe twenty-two, with intelligent eyes that darted constantly to the exits and hands that trembled slightly when she thought no one was looking.
"Miriam mentioned you've been having trouble sleeping," Kaia said gently, settling across from Sarah with her own cup. "Can you tell me about the dreams?"
