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Aspen loses herself, the same way I lose myself in her, and her sounds become wordless garbles. My clawed fingers slide around her neck, never hard enough to hurt but enough that her moans grow, and she’s trembling again. Close again, all for me.
Mine. My mate. My wife.
“All yours,” she whimpers, like she can hear my thoughts. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I grunt, pushing into her as hard as I can, relishing in the sound of her pleasure.
“Claim me,” she whispers. “Claim me with your seed. Make me yours.”
My eyes roll back, and I groan, my abdomen tightening—clenching, just like her tight pussy clenches around me. We’re one, one rhythm, one pleasure, one sound.
She begs for my seed, and it’s no use. I unravel from the sound of her sweet voice, gripping her fingers tight as I spill into her. My other hand is still around her throat. My words are lost to our love.
Aspen is so soft, but so strong. She can take everything I give her. She gazes into my eyes as she follows me over the cliff. We breathe out heavy puffs, eyes locked, hearts beating in perfect unison.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, kissing the side of her face. The last thing I want is to go too far, to scare her away, and be too much.
“Don’t ask silly questions.” She lets out a breathless laugh. “I’m perfect. I’m…”
An energy rushes over me, one I don’t fully understand—pink, soft, light. I’ve never felt it before. It has to be her magic, which means…
“What?” I lift a brow, smirking. “Are you in love, Aspen?”
Her lips part, realization flickering across her features. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then let me say it for you.” Gods. I never want to let go of her. Still holding her hand, I kiss her softly. “I love you, Aspen. I will protect you for the rest of my days. You are my mate.”
“And you aremine.” She nuzzles her nose against mine. The hesitation melts, her breath against my lips as she laughs softly. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 28
Aspen
“Dowe have to tell her right now?” Mac asks, lounging in my bed—ourbed now. I suppose we can get rid of the little cot. We haven’t used that thing in days.
“Yes.” I sigh. “If we don’t tell her, she’ll know.”
“How could she possibly know?”
“Well, if I know my sisters…” I press my lips together. “Rowan will know, but she won’t say anything. Laurel won’t be able to tell until she looks at Rowan and realizes Rowan knows, and Laurelwillsay something. That’s how Juniper will know. Or Laurel will do a tarot reading. Or Juniper will be able to tell, but don’t ask me how. Also, they can probably sense the magic on us, Mac. Just trust me. They’ll know.”
“Alright, alright…” He chuckles. “You convinced me. We can tell them.”
Merging with Mac feels right. It’s as if my soul has been craving it since long before we met.
After it’s done, there’s only peace. We hid our ribbons in a safe space, where we’ll take them out each anniversary, and life should continue as usual—but it can’t. Hiding what happened from my sisters isn’t wise.
We’re witches. I have to tell them before their intuition does, and I have no clue how they will take the news. We have already put it off for a few days.
Juniper was worried about our relationship before. You would think she would understand, considering her solid relationship with Ozan, but nothing will stop Juniper from being protective of us. Her ability to protect the people she cares about is one thing I admire about her, but it’s frustrating now that it’s interfering with my happiness.
Mac tilts his head to the side, his steely eyes sparkling blissfully.
I glare. “What are you doing?”
“Just thanking your goddess for you.” He reaches out. “Come back to bed. Let’s forget about them for another hour or two.”
I roll my eyes and step out of his reach, padding to my vanity. “No. You getoutof bed. I need you by my side.”
