Page 27 of Magnus

I grinned and dipped my head, stealing a kiss. “Seems to be a permanent situation when I’m with you. Everything about you makes me hard.”

I lifted her and rolled onto my back, positioning so she was straddling my hips. Gripping her thighs, I moved her back and forth over my cock, sending bolts of electricity along my spine. Reaching between us, she gripped me, positioning me at her entrance. We both groaned as she sank down on me and rolled her hips.

Mila braced her hands on my chest, her head falling back as she rode me. Fuck, she was so fucking tight. I loved being buried inside her. At this angle, I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to reach her peak. She growled, and her teeth extended before she bit down on my chest, marking me as her mate just as I’d marked her our first time.

Fuck, that was hot. Heat roared through my bloodstream as my mate bounced on my cock. She sobbed as she flew over the edge, dragging me with her and milking every drop of cum from my balls.

Mila slumped on top of me, completely spent. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, running her hand gently over my mating mark.

“Mine,” she whispered with a euphoric smile.

I lifted her fingers to my lips. “Yours. Only yours.”

She nuzzled against me. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her silver hair.

She was safe.

She was healed.

My mate.

My own.

Epilogue

Magnus

Five Years Later

Time really did fly when you were happy. I couldn't believe it had been five years since Mila and I got married. To celebrate our anniversary, I decided to take Mila and our four-year-old daughter Lucy on a beach vacation. Mila loved the ocean, and Lucy had been begging to build sandcastles.

As I loaded up the car, I took a moment to watch my two favorite girls. Mila was slathering Lucy in sunscreen while Lucy squirmed and complained. I chuckled under my breath. My little bear cub hated sitting still. As soon as Mila finished, Lucy wriggled free and dashed over to me on her quick little legs.

“Daddy, Daddy! Hurry up! I want to make the biggest sandcastle!” she cried, jumping up and down.

I swept her up in my arms and tickled her belly. “Don't worry, little cub. We'll be there before you know it.”

Mila walked over with an indulgent smile. “Do I get a belly tickle too, Daddy?”

My gaze dropped to her swollen stomach, where she was carrying our second child, a son. I smirked as I leaned down to kiss her. “Pretty sure I gave you a belly tickle last night, sweetheart.”

Lucy made gagging noises. “Ugh. Gross.”

Mila laughed at our daughter’s disgust. “Okay, let's hit the road."

I strapped Lucy into her car seat as Mila slid into the passenger seat beside me. As I backed the car out of the driveway, Mila reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

“It feels like yesterday we were saying our vows,” she said softly.

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Best five years of my life.”

Lucy babbled in the backseat, lost in her own little world, until we finally arrived at our beachside cabin. Lucy was out of the car before I'd unpacked the trunk, racing straight for the waves.

“Lucy! Don't go in the water without us!” Mila called after her.

Lucy pouted but stayed put, hopping from foot to foot impatiently.

Chuckling, I grabbed our bags from the trunk and unlocked the cabin door.

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