Page 131 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

Breath wasn’t necessary in this place, but my chest rose at all that was revealed before me.

This was him.

This was Wild’s innermost self.

His soul.

His hand drifted through the white pool to my head where I intrinsically knew two curled and black horns peeked through my white hair. My crown.

Wild stroked over my shoulders, and I felt the weight of an entire race upon them. My task.

His palm rested over my heart that had been beating for far longer than I’d been alive. My wisdom.

Wild peered down, and I already somehow knew that there was a reason my back had touched the bottom of the pool and not his.

I was attached to a rocky pillar that extended into infinity beyond this pool. My strength.

Wild’s iron chest plate and the glow from his hands united and stretched out in every direction. As I watched, the elements of his soul created a shell around our space, our pool. They lined it and created a barrier.

I formed the roots of our mating.

He was the trunk and branches that would protect me at all costs.

We could not survive without the other.

My smile could’ve come from me or him. I’d never be sure again who might control whom, or if such control even existed for us any longer. His joy was my joy. His deadly promise was mine, and I would use it to crush whoever may threaten this pure-white space that was ours and to be revered.

We rose to the surface of the pool, and the pillar extending from my back into infinity rose with us. The floating sensation receded. Weight returned to my body.

My eyes opened, and the white pool was gone. We were by the fire in the cave, and Wild hovered over me here too.

He drew his length out of me, then pushed all the way in. His movements were impossibly slow, as were mine as I pushed to meet his thrust. Our pace had been slowed to give us time in that impossible white place. We’d slowed to an almost robotic speed to allow for our experience there. The fire was now flickering embers.

We’d spent hours in that white pool.

Wild pushed in, and I pushed up. We didn’t increase our speed. We didn’t need to.

Our gazes were locked. Our magic was locked. Our souls were locked.

He drew out.

While sexual pleasure was almost insignificant against what we’d just experienced, I could see that this physical union was a symbol of our whole mating.

“Mate,” I whispered, my breath catching.

“Mate,” he said hoarsely.

Wild sank deep into me, and as he shuddered his release, I did the same.

The shuddering echoed through all the levels of us. All the way to the bottom of that white pool.

All the way through the pillar and into infinity.

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My mate and I sat at our usual table. What was unusual were the stares aimed at my forehead.

It was as if I’d drawn a big penis there.

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