Page 30 of Sasquatch Love Spell

“Manifested?” Aoife asked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“There are magical places, all over the world, that manifest magic and connections.”

“Coraliane said that magic is being diluted without the mixing of blood.”

Adam grunted. “I would believe that. There were more females of my kind. A long time ago, but I haven’t seen a female Sasquatch in a long time. Come to think of it, other than my brothers, I haven't seen any of my kind in these woods for years.”

Her heart sank. “I’m sorry for that.”

Adam reached out and touched her hair, stroking the end of a lock between his index finger and his thumb. “None of that matters. All that matters is your protection. So I’m going to face Prince Ivar myself.”

Her stomach dropped to the soles of her feet and she clenched her fists as she took a step back from him. “You’re what?”

While Aoife had been usingher enchantments to keep the woods safe, Adam had made up his mind that he needed to protect his mate. And in order to do that, he had to go to Thunder Bay tomorrow and face Prince Ivar himself. Ben had agreed to step up as eldest if something should happen to him. Ben would make sure Aoife was protected, and his brothers.

His brothers were in complete agreement that Adam needed to do this. A Sasquatch protected his mate with his life.

However, Aoife didn’t look pleased at all. Her dark eyes had white-hot flames, smoldering, and she crossed her arms, her body shimmering as she hovered off the ground.

“I told you. You’re to stay here and I’m going to face Prince Ivar,” Adam stated firmly.

“Like hell,” she roared.

“Aoife, you’re my mate,” he rumbled, crossing his arms. “We protect our mates. You can keep my brothers safe, but I will keep you safe.”

The flames died down and her feet returned to the forest floor. “I appreciate that.”

“I love you. Of course I’m going to do what’s right.”

She gasped. “You…you what?”

He cupped her face tenderly, gazing down at her. “I love you, Aoife. We’re well past the pheromones and their effects. You’re mine.”

“But how?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“What do you mean how?”

“No one loves a banshee,” she said, brushing away a tear. “Even a half banshee. Not even our own parents really. I’m bad luck. I mean, I brought a war to your doorstep. If that’s not bad luck, I don’t know what is.”

Adam gripped her shoulders. “Well, I love you. You are my mate and I will protect you. There is no one else for me. You die, I die. It’s that simple.”

She trembled and then leaned against his chest, her fingers burrowing into the fur there. He drank in her scent.

“I love you too,” she murmured. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” He kissed the top of her head.

She floated up so she was looking him in the eye. “Say it again.”

His pulse quickened and he smiled. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” she whispered.

“I love you.”

She touched his face and then kissed him on the lips. It overwhelmed him. She said she never kissed on the lips. It was a stipulation and one he respected, but when she kissed him, it was the ultimate form of trust. She trusted him. As her soft lips pressed against his, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as her kiss deepened and her tongue entwined with his. Her fingers slipping into his mane. She was surrendering to him completely. She was his. All his. All he wanted to do was devour her right now, fill her with his seed.

He just wanted this moment to last forever.

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