Page 13 of Sasquatch Love Spell

She smiled at him lazily. “Orgasm, or rather la petite mort, is the little death.”

Adam chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I had that effect on you.”

Aoife’s eyes returned to normal and she scooted over to him. He slid his arm around her and pulled her close. He was glad that his prowess made her transcend spiritually, but he also liked to hold her close.

There were so many nights as a kid when he would see him mother and father curled up together in the cave. His father tried so hard to give her all the creature comforts from her world, so he had stolen a couch from some human’s cabin and brought it to Adam’s mother.

They would snuggle there together and the devotion his father gave to his mate was something Adam always aspired to. He thought he had it once with that Fae princess, but instead she had used him, and there was no point in looking for a human woman to mate with.

That had been outlawed by King Tiene in order to keep the magical world secret. The law was absolute and enforced.

Families were torn apart because of it. Women who had mated to his kind were glamoured and made to forget their families. They had tried to do that to his mother, but she was elderly and she decided to end her own life instead of return back to what she didn’t know without her husband.

Her death destroyed his father. He wasted away.

So, love and mating, although it was something Adam desired, was something he never thought he would ever have. Aoife was not a human woman, but she was still supposed to be Prince Ivar’s mate. Even if she didn’t want to be.

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked lazily.

“What?”

“Your face is so serious. You look lost in thought.”

“I am thinking how I’m going to protect you.”

“You’ve scented me.”

“It just keeps my brothers away. I don’t think that matters if the Tuatha Order are out there hunting you.” He got up from the bed and pulled on his denim.

“I can protect you too. I have magic myself,” she said. “I am a witch as well.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” Adam mumbled, tying back his shaggy fur. “I have six younger brothers I have to protect. They’re all young and strong. I don’t want them to be taken for Prince Ivar’s army.”

Aoife sighed. “Those who were after me won’t be looking around here. Once I’m mated to you properly, Prince Ivar will no longer want me. That I can guarantee.”

“How?” Adam asked.

“His sister got involved with a Sasquatch for sport. Lady Cailin Alainn…I think.”

Adam’s stomach knotted. “That was me.”

Her eyes widened. “You?”

He nodded. “I fell in love with her, or what I thought was love, and it turned out that it wasn’t. Lady Cailin Alainn used me and I suspect her brother probably doesn’t have such a soft spot for us either. Now, I’ve stolen his mate.”

Aoife sighed. “Indeed.”

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She could sense the worry in Adam and she felt extremely guilty, but only because he was agitated and concerned. She couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Prince Ivar. He had enough wives to contend with. And she wasn’t scared of King Tiene or his laws. Too many rules were sucking the magic out of the realms. Out of the natural world.

Aoife always thought it was a shit rule that Fae people could be polygamists or polyamorous or whatever the heck it referred to, but they had restricted the Sasquatch so much. King Tiene seemed to have it out for the big hairy fellas and she never understood why. It wasn’t fair. Adam obviously had a lot on his shoulders, taking care of younger brothers.

Especially if Prince Ivar or his father got it into their head to snatch some more Sasquatch males for their mind-controlled brute force. King Tiene had convinced the realms to stop the Sasquatch from breeding with human females; maybe they could convince the realms to look the other way when it came to grabbing young Sasquatch males for an army.

He wants me as an assassin. He wants me in his so-called army.

A shiver travelled down her spine as she thought about that.

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