Page 206 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

She nodded, her eyes squeezing, and her back arching so her nipples grazed my torso. I ran one hand down her neck, chest, and torso until I reached the apex of her thighs. I slid one finger inside her, twisting it as it entered her soaking wet pussy. She was more than ready for me.

I rolled us so we were on our sides, her facing me, and I wrapped her leg around my hip to give me the proper angle to enter her. My cock notched at her entrance, and I rocked my hips forward, sliding myself into her.

She moved her hips so she sank down onto me, taking me in with a low moan. I cupped her ass with my hand and wrapped my other arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me. And with each thrust of our hips, our entire bodies rubbed together.

Everything was heightened. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust of my body into hers was exceedingly more pleasurable than the last. She took me in deeper than she had before, held me closer than she had before, and kissed me harder than she had before.

Our moans, sighs, and whispered words of love filled the temple as we clung to each other and moved together towards ecstasy. I pushed all my love for her towards her through the bond, and she did the same

As we neared our euphoria, I could feel it. Feel the magic pulling at us, pushing us to find our release.

“Haven.” I sighed, squeezing her to my chest and looking into her eyes.

Her lips parted, and she rocked faster against me until her walls clenched and pulsed around me. “Oooh,” she sighed, her eyes closing and her neck arching.

Her nipples hardened even more, and as my balls tightened, I found my release. I mimicked her long sigh of pleasure, closing my eyes and focusing on the feel of my mate around me and in my arms and the way our scents combined as we came together on the floor of Selene’s temple.

The magic pulled at me harder, tugging at my mind in my euphoric state. I relaxed into the pull, letting it guide me higher and higher until my mind floated above the stars, and all I could feel was warmth, light, and love.

CHAPTER 70

HAVEN

I floated through a sea of stars, almost weightless, as I descended to the ground below. The fabric of my dress swirled around me as I drifted through the sky, my hand reaching out to touch the stars. I descended in solitude, but in my heart, I felt Wesley’s presence, telling me he was nearby, that I wasn’t truly alone.

The grass beneath my feet, as I landed, was softer than any grass I’d ever felt and greener than any I had ever seen. I spun in place, looking at the surrounding scenery.

In front of where I landed was a dense forest filled with every type of tree and plant imaginable. The colors were vibrant and true, the air clean and clear.

Behind me was an exact copy of the temple we’d been in on the island, only larger and covered with even more jasmine. Through the pillars and floating fabrics of the building, I could just make out a silvery pool on the other side of the temple, shimmering under the light of the stars.

My feet carried me forward to the temple, unable to deny the tug on my soul leading me there. I brushed the fabric out of my way and froze in place, the curtain falling behind me as I stared at the pillars of the temple.

Paintings of two individual girls filled the temple, a portrait of one girl on each pillar, each image depicting a slightly older version of each girl all the way to adulthood. Twenty-one paintings circled from my left, all of a girl with dark black hair, and twenty-one paintings circled from my right, all of a girl with wild red curls, blue eyes, and freckles just across the bridge of her nose.

Me.

I followed the images on my right, watching myself grow up in the paintings that were more realistic than actual photographs. Each one depicted an important moment in my life, and I relived them all as the painted version of me grew older—my first dance recital, the year I danced Clara in The Nutcracker, the day I was offered my apprenticeship—all of them commemorated in these paintings in the temple.

The last one was me—the now me—in front of a moon, in silvery clothing. A crown of golden flowers and leaves adorned my curls, and flowers were strewn throughout the strands that blew in the wind. An otherworldly glow emanated from my skin.

I reached out to touch it, to feel the paint beneath my fingertips and see if I could sense the magic within the image.

“Haven?” Wes’s voice called out as I touched the painting in front of me.

“I’m in here,” I murmured, my voice catching.

It didn’t matter, though. With his hearing and his sense of smell, he could find me easily. He would always find me.

His heavy footsteps sounded from behind me, dampened by the grass at first and then louder as they touched the marble floor of the temple. Then his footsteps stopped, and I turned around to find him frozen in place, just as I had been when I first entered the temple.

He, too, was dressed in the pants he’d worn before we did the ritual. And in this place, in this magical realm on the moon, he somehow appeared stronger, more handsome than on Earth. It was as if being here augmented his already enhanced looks and strength.

His eyes bounced around, taking everything in, examining the paintings. His gaze circled the temple, following the timeline of the little redheaded girl. As if moving on their own, his feet carried him through the temple, and he stopped right behind me, staring up at the newest portrait of me.

“It’s you,” he murmured, reaching to touch the painting just as I had done.

He looked down at me as I nodded, a question in his eyes, but I couldn’t answer it. My thoughts and feelings were jumbled like a spilled bag of Scrabble tiles. I couldn’t sort through it all fast enough.

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