Page 20 of His Spellbound Mate

He licked his lips, lined his cock up at her entrance, and thrust up into her. The connection between them was deeper, more profound than anything she had imagined, and she knew in that moment that there was no one else for her. This was right, this was where she was meant to be—by Neville’s side, in his arms.

They moved together in a perfect rhythm, their bodies aligning as if they were made for each other. Tamzyn lost herself in the sensation, in the way Neville’s hands gripped her, in the way he whispered her name like a prayer. She had never felt so connected, so complete, and she clung to him, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her, carrying her higher and higher until there was nothing left but pure, unadulterated bliss.

She moaned as each thrust seemed to blow her mind. He was so thick, long, and heavy that it was as if she could feel everything. He stretched her inner walls with every thrust, and he drove into her as deeply as he could. It was as if she could feel something at the base of his cock she’d never felt before.

“Is that…?”

Neville nodded. “The knot. There is no time for you to experience it properly, but when I claim you as mine, it will be in all ways.”

His eyes never left hers, and he found another rhythm that sent her body into convulsions of pleasure. Tamzyn threw her head back against the mattress and gripped the bed sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she struggled to hold on to her sense of control. But with Neville, she had none. He was an expert at using his cock, and he was vividly rocking her world.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, each thrust sending her pleasure and desire through the roof. Her moans became louder, escalating into gasps and cries until everything was too much. She hit the breaking point as he sent her into the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt in her life. As she shuddered, Neville drove into her a final time, grinding his body against hers as she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down hard, spasming along his length, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

When it was over, they lay tangled together, their breathing heavy, their bodies slick with sweat. Neville’s arms remained around her, holding her close, as if he was afraid to let her go. Tamzyn nestled against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling a peace she had never known. Neville rolled to his back, dragging her with him so that she was settled atop him.

Neither of them spoke, content to simply be in each other’s presence. He rumbled soothingly to her, allowing her to drift off to sleep, waking her twice more during the night to make love to her. But as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, the reality of their situation began to creep back in.

Tamzyn was the first to break the silence, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty. “Neville… what happens now?”

Neville tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle kiss. “We figure this out. Together.”

Tamzyn wanted to believe him, but the fear that had been gnawing at her since the prophecy was revealed reared its head once more. The darkness was growing, the Veil was weakening, and now she was certain that her past was tied to it all. She couldn’t run from it any longer.

Before she could voice her concerns, there was a sharp knock at the door, startling them both. Neville sat up, his eyes narrowing as he called out, “What is it?”

Garrett’s voice came from the other side, tense and urgent. “Alpha, we’ve found something. We think it’s the place where the boy was taken.”

“Is this the member of your pack?” Tamzyn asked.

Neville nodded.

His eyes met Tamzyn’s, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. They didn’t have time to dwell on what had happened between them. There were lives at stake, and the darkness wasn’t going to wait.

With a nod, Tamzyn slipped out of bed, quickly dressing as Neville did the same. The intimacy of the night before still hung between them, unspoken but powerful, and Tamzyn knew that whatever happened next, they would be stronger because they would face it as fated mates.

They met Garrett in the main hall, where a group of pack members had gathered, their expressions grim. Garrett handed Neville a map, his finger tracing a path through the forest. “It’s a few miles east of here, near an old logging road. We found traces of a ritual, something dark.”

Tamzyn’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the map. The location was close to where she had felt the dark magic the strongest, where she had sensed the presence of something ancient and malevolent. She had hoped she was wrong, but now it seemed her worst fears were coming true.

“We need to see it for ourselves,” Neville said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned to Tamzyn; his gaze serious. “Are you ready?”

Tamzyn nodded, though her heart was racing with a mix of fear and determination. She wasn’t ready—how could she be?—but there was no turning back now. She had to face whatever was out there, even if it meant confronting the very people she had left behind.

There was no way to know for sure, but all magic had a kind of signature, and she recognized the feel of the magic as being that of someone from the coven. She hated to think someone from the coven in which she’d grown up could be involved, but unless someone was extremely gifted, they wouldn’t be able to hide their signature. And while the magic was powerful, there was little to no work being done to hide who was wielding it. It was as if they didn’t care who or what they knew.

The group set out on ATVs, the vehicles cutting through the dense forest with ease. The ride was tense, the silence between them heavy with anticipation. Tamzyn’s mind raced as they neared the site, her thoughts consumed by the possibility that her old coven was behind the dark rituals, behind the disappearances, but the telltale signature was there. She didn’t want to believe, but she couldn’t deny it.

When they finally reached the clearing, Tamzyn’s worst fears were confirmed. The remnants of a powerful ritual were scattered across the ground—charred symbols etched into the earth, blackened candles, and the unmistakable stench of dark magic. The air was thick with it, a cloying, oppressive force that made her stomach churn.

Tamzyn knelt beside one of the symbols, her fingers brushing lightly over the charred ground. The magic was familiar, too familiar, and she felt a cold dread settle over her as she realized whose magic it was.

Her old coven. The people who had banished her, who had stripped her of everything she had once held dear, were behind this. One or more members must have come north to Alaska to conduct these dark rituals, who had been weakening the Veil, who had been taking innocent lives to further their own twisted agenda.

The realization hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment, Tamzyn couldn’t breathe. The memories of her past flooded back—memories of betrayal, of pain, of the moment when she had been cast out, abandoned by the very people who were supposed to protect her.

She had spent a lot of sleepless nights trying to forget, trying to move on, but now it was all crashing back, threatening to overwhelm her.

“Tamzyn?” Neville’s voice broke through her thoughts, grounding her in the present. He knelt beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “What is it?”

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