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I was a Lunar Witch and Menon was the other half to my soul.

“Let’s go home, my sweet Luna.”

“Yes,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

CHAPTER 14

Sten/Menon

Owning who I really was in front of the entire festival earned us some strange and curious looks as we headed back to my room deep in the forest. Then again, maybe it wasn’t me at all who drew eyes and tentative smiles from our peers.

Maybe it was the radiant, powerful, and practically glowing Witch beside me.

I watched as a million emotions passed over Amrin’s precious face. I couldn’t be sure what she was thinking or how she felt, our matebond was still too new for that, so I waited. Patience was not a virtue I possessed in abundance, but for my Luna, I could certainly try.

We walked in silence, my mate stopping to admire night blooming flowers and chittering insects as we went. I simply watched and admired her, loving her the only way I knew how—with all of me.

She seemed to take it all in stride. Me. My identity. Her magic. Everything that had happened over the last few hours. I’d taken her virginity. Claimed her as my own without telling her who I was. And she’d been fighting her own fight with her family.

Guilt assailed me as I thought of those hours I’d been away when she had to face her mother alone. Sure, they parted on better ground than they’d begun, but still. I never wanted to cause her harm or grief in any way.

“Luna, I must apologize for tonight,” I began, and she paused in her study of a bleeding blue bonnet, a rare flower that gave off a luminescent glow under the full moon.

“Apologize? For what?”

“For leaving you earlier to deal with your mother—”

“Don’t be sorry for that, Menon. I mean, if anything, I am grateful to you,” she said.

“What? Why would you be grateful?”

I cocked my head, body humming in pleasure as she glided toward me. Amrin lifted her hands and placed them on my chest. She hummed in contentment, making the cutest fucking sound in the back of her throat. I wanted to savor it, but it was important we talked first.

“My whole life no one ever thought I was strong enough, smart enough, or just enough, not until you. You make me feel like I am enough, and you gave me the strength to face my demons, or in this case, my mother,” she said, grinning up at me.

“You are enough, Amrin. You are everything,” I said, bending my head to kiss her.

She moaned so sweetly, I knew I could not wait another minute to be inside her. I kissed her harder, sliding my tongue into her mouth and cupping one hand around her neck and the other hand over, then under her ass cheek. I moved lower still, till I was sliding my fingers between her legs from behind. Her panties were soaked. The heat from her slit warmed my hand as I hoisted her up and into my arms.

This incredible fucking woman. She was my undoing.

My life.

My reason.

Gods, I loved her.

Her soft breasts and belly squashed against my chest and abs.

Fuck.

I loved the feeling of her weight in my arms. Her heat. Her smooth skin. Her deliciously curved body. So plush and ripe.

“Need you,” she whimpered when I finally let her up for air.

But it was short-lived. I claimed her mouth again, cloaking us both in shadow as I raced until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Her back was against my front door, and that was fucking close enough to home.

Growling, I allowed her to slide down my body, spinning her till she faced the door, hands holding her up.

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