Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Really? You promise?”
“I promise,” he says. “Until my last breath, no one will separate me from you or you from me.”
Relief pools in every inch of my body, and I throw myself against him, giving in to the needs of my soul.
I kiss him frantically, starved for his taste and his touch.
We came so close to losing each other again, all because of my fear.
I’m done being afraid.
If one thing is certain, it’s that I don’t want to live without him another second.
Zachariah dips me until my spine kisses the mattress, and in seconds, we’re both stripped of our clothes, and he’s settling between my thighs.
Later, there will be time for slow kisses and long nights worshipping each other, but right now? We need to satisfy the demands of our bond, the demands of our bodies and our thirst.
He glides into me in one smooth stroke, and I sigh in relief at the feel of him stretching me. I cling to him, never breaking our kiss even as we gasp for breath.
We crash together repeatedly, a tangle of limbs and teeth and tongues.
My body is primed to fire after a few strokes, my fangs punching out in a needy way.
“Yes,” he groans, never stopping his fierce pace as he thrusts into me, bending down to sink his fangs into my neck at the same time I sink mine into his shoulder.
I come instantly.
I come so hard I shake and tremble, clawing at his back as one release barrels right into another. The mating bond between us is glowing, searing, solidifying even more as we connect and drink and kiss and love each other.
I accept him wholeheartedly, loving every inch of him, the past not forgotten but forgiven as we do our best to carve out a beautiful new future.
“I love you,” I say after licking his wounds closed.
Zachariah pulls back enough to look at me, smiling as he pumps into me harder. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I breathe the words, which turn into gasps as another release builds beneath my skin.
“Fuck, Talia,” he groans. “I love you so much,” he says, hardening inside me another degree. Each time he pumps into me, his pelvic bone hits my pulsing clit in just the right way.
“Come with me,” I demand, needing to feel him on the same level in every way possible.
“Please, Z. God, I’m coming—”
“Fuck,” he groans over me, pumping into me fast and hard as he comes, spilling into me as he works me through the throes of my own release.
We tremble together, our breaths rushed as we come down from the high, the mating bond strong and sizzling between us, but in no way wholly satisfied.
I don’t know if it will ever be, with the time we have to make up for.
“I love you,” I say again, just because I can.
“I love you,” he says back, shifting me to his chest so he can hold me. “And we have eternity for me to show you just how much.”
Epilogue
DAGON
The first day of December brings with it a frost that coated the ground Talon and I hunted on tonight, and as we return to the residence, a hot shower and at least a dozen pumpkin muffins are calling my name.
I’m halfway to the informal dining room where the snacks are always set up when a very pregnant Olivia stops me mid-stride.
I blow out a breath, shaking my head at the female’s persistence.
“I’ve asked you for help for months,” she snaps, her eyes more severe than usual, which immediately has me on guard. “And now I’m telling you.”
I cock a brow at her tone, glancing at her mate, Ransom, who steps between me and her, an apologetic look on his face. “Let’s not piss off the hunter,” Ransom says softly as he tries to gently pull her away.
“I don’t give a shit,” Oliva snaps as Ransom hauls her away. “You need to help her! It’s a mess upstairs! She’s a mess and it wouldn’t take much for you to assist…” Her yells trail off as Ransom turns with her down a hallway, and I shake my head.
I’m not intentionally being an asshole, but we’ve had a lot going on. Taking on a massive horde of bloodmads a couple of weeks ago, thanks to Conrad, who died, and Samuel, who we lost, again, not to mention Zachariah almost losing his mate. I haven’t had time to even think of anything else.
But after the blow we delivered—despite Samual and Kyle Moorehouse evading us—we’ve bought ourselves a few days of some kind of peace, at least.
I sigh as I take the path away from my much-needed snacks and walk up the stairs.
As I hit the top step, my boot immediately slips on a thick trail of ice. I steady myself, following the path down the hallway, the ice leading into Annika’s suite. The entire floor is covered, so much so I have to carefully glide across it. Icicles hang from just about every inch of the ceiling but are more heavily congregated around the bathroom door.