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I want to bury my cock inside her sweetness and show her with my body what she doesn’t believe with her head, but she needs my compassion, my understanding and more importantly my words.

“I will never abandon you. Not ever. You and I are entwined in a way that cannot be undone. If you run from me, I will find you. If you block me out, I will spend a lifetime trying to break through whatever walls you put between us. I will be yours in every way you need and want me to be. So I can promise that because I’m never letting you go.”

Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes close. I press my forehead to hers, seeking whatever she will give me in this moment. I soak in her and everything she is, just letting her feel me through the bond.

I don’t know how long we stand there for, entwined like two vines, but eventually she pulls back to peer up at me. “I’m putting my trust in you, Kye.”

“I know.”

“Please don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.”

Her lips kick up at the corners. “Just so you know, if you ever betray me, I’ll castrate you like a Labrador.”

The joke breaks through the tension, and I smirk at the threat. It’s pointless, because I will never betray her, but even if I did, the woman is a fraction of my size.

I must think that through the bond, because she adds, “I don’t need strength. I have magic. Remember that.”

“Apryle, I will never betray you or hurt you. I don’t have to make it a promise because I have no intention of breaking my word, but I will say whatever words you need to hear. I’m fucking so sorry for what was done to you and now I understand why you want to fight this so hard. None of these assholes are going to get away with what they’ve done and that is a promise.”

“I’m tired of being scared, and of pushing the only good thing to happen to me away because of that fear,” she admits. “More than anything, I’m tired of being alone. I want you, Kye.”

My heart swells as she gives me the words I’ve wanted to hear from the moment I caught her scent in the main hall. “You’ll never be alone again.”

I don’t know if it’s the right moment, but I risk it anyway. I can’t resist her a moment longer. I need her to know what I’ve been telling her all this time—that she’s mine and I’m hers.

So I pull her face to mine, and when I crush my lips to hers, she weaves her fingers through my hair and tugs me closer.

My wolf bays his approval.

She’s ours, and we’re going to make sure everyone—including her—knows it.

Chapter 12

Apryle

Kye kisses me like our lives depend on it. It is a desperate gesture that sets me alight from my hair to my toes. Even I wanted to resist him, I can’t. My body yearns for him, and I can’t fight the magic that bonds us together anymore. The pull of it is so strong, I react without meaning to. He’s not those monsters from my past. He’s not a monster at all. Kye is a fucking good guy.

So I lean into him, opening my mouth to allow him to slide in. I do trust him and not just because I feel his sincerity pulsing through our bond. There’s no hint of malice or ill intentions toward me. All I sense is his desire and love for me.

No one has ever loved me.

That’s enough to break down my walls.

Throwing caution aside, I submit to his advances, letting him push me back onto the couch cushions and press his hardness against my core. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him on top of me, and the bond surrounds me, comforting as his weight crushes my body beneath him. It’s not fear I feel this time, but he calms the nonstop roaring in my head.

His mouth fuses to mine, taking everything he wants and giving me everything I need while I cross my legs against hisback to secure him in place. Our mating bond throbs and pulsates, flooding happiness through my mind from both him and, surprisingly, me.

My wolf appears for the first time in a long time, lifting her muzzle and baying her approval. I ignore her, just like she’s ignored me, instead focusing on the way Kye’s tongue slides across mine.

Every inch of my skin is heated, and the apex of my thighs pulses. I thread my fingers through his hair and tug, holding him in place as I claim him as much as he’s claiming me.

When he breaks our connection, I whimper, irritated at the loss of him, until his mouth moves along the column of my throat. Each press of his lips sends waves of pleasure splintering through my body, and I arch my back as much as I can underneath him, seeking more.

My pussy throbs and begs for attention as he grinds his hardness against me.

“I’ll never let them have you,” Kye whispers against the shell of my ear.

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