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“Never. I told you, woman, you will never lose me. I love you, Jennifer. I love you so fucking much,” he growled, kissing her hungrily in front of everyone.

Jennifer didn’t care about their audience. She didn’t care about the wolf whistles. She might have laughed when Arthur Wessex slapped one of his son’s upside the head. And she definitely moaned when Zircon lifted her off her feet and spun her in circles.

“I love you, Zircon Wessex,” she told him, then tilted her head back and shouted it to the sky. “I LOVE YOU!”

“Fuck, woman, I waited so long to hear you say that out loud,” he growled, kissing her again.

She slid down his body, feeling every muscular inch of him until her heels were touching the soft grass. Even then, he held her tight.

“I love you,” she whispered when their kissing slowed. “And I want your bite, Conny. I want to bear your mark. Will you give it to me? Will you claim me?” she asked.

Her face was turned up to his, and he could not stop staring at her. This woman got him like no other being in the entire multiverse. She knew him, inside and out. Was attuned to him, and he to her. She was always meant to be his. He knew it from the moment he first saw her.

Zircon and Jennifer moved in perfect symbiosis. She asked him to claim her, and he could not wait. Her sexy, luminous brown eyes were intent behind her glasses, and idiot that he was, he realized he hadn’t answered her.

“Mine,” Zircon growled, his chest rumbling with the force of his Wyvern.

He hoisted Jennifer onto his shoulder, giving her ass a sharp spank. What did she expect when she walked around in those tight little pencil skirts of hers? Fuck, he loved her responding squeal. Then he hauled ass to his suite of rooms, ignoring everyone else as he sped by.

“Conny? Jenn? I have to talk to you—” Daeja called, but he was too busy, too intent on claiming his mate to slow down.

He kicked the door shut and spun around, pressing her back to the wall. The need to claim her was damn near overwhelming, but he did not want to hurt her. Never that. And it was with that single thought in mind that his Wyvern chilled the fuck out.

“You are so beautiful, Jennifer,” he whispered, taking her glasses off her face reverently.

His eyes worshipped her as he unwrapped her like a present. Pausing to stare at every womanly curve and freckle.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

The woman was fine as fuck, and she was his. Finally, irrevocably, his. His Wyvern reared up, and he knew his eyes were glowing with the blue of his mythical beast as he stared at her and said the one word he’d been waiting to say to her since day one.

“Mine.”

ChapterFifteen

Soaring. He’s got me soaring again.

“What’s that baby?” he growled, slowing his urgent kiss and canting his head at her.

Heat pooled in her middle at the depth of feeling she saw in his crystalline gaze. Zircon was so damn sexy, breathtaking really, and the fact he loved her sent her pulse to racing.

“Are you reading my mind, Conny?”

“Maybe,” he replied and grinned, making her body tighten at the sheer magnetism in that expression. “That’s the way with my kind and our mates.”

He flexed his hips, brushing his hard as steel cock against her and she trembled in anticipation. He was the most thrilling, stunning male she’d ever known, and he was hers. Finally.

Mine.

“We’re not mated yet, Con,” Jennifer reminded him, panting as he ran his hands up and down her naked body.

Goosebumps broke out across her flesh. Jennifer could hardly breathe. She was deaf, dumb, and blind to everything but the flames he was conjuring across her skin. His crisp fresh scent permeated the air, mixed with the spicy flames of his Dragon and the ozone of the lightning he could bend to his will. Jennifer breathed it all in deep, holding it inside of her, feeding on it, on him.

Mine.

Her Owl cried and hissed, the animal wanting to mark him now, claim him as hers. She’d never been so possessive in her life, but she was with him. He was her everything.

Yet, Zircon held all the cards. He had the power to bring her to his knees. Did he know it? Could he tell? Probably. But she didn’t care. Zircon was the only man who ever made her feel like this. She was vulnerable with him, and she could be simply because he would always take care of her.

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