Page 78 of Understanding Fate

Chapter 31

Bri

MATE.

My orgasm explodes through me as my wolf forces to the surface. Instinct takes over, and I find myself biting into his flesh, heat filling my mouth as his blood leaks into me.

He’s fucking delicious.

Mate.

Every cell in my body is connected to him, static spiraling around each nerve. My essence pours into him as I take his into me, becoming one as our bond anchors itself in the very fiber of our DNA. Our heartbeats sync, matching in cadence as we become intricately woven together.

My skin crackles with electric energy, and it feels as if every nerve has been touched by lightning.

Deep within me, I feel his thoughts, emotions, and even his memories flash before my eyes. His Awakening, Meeting Dante, graduation, his parents moving away, Marcus’s death, and even the day he met me all snap into my mind as if I’d lived them.

The last memory that flows into my consciousness is a vision of me. My cheeks are flush, my forehead gleaming with sweat from the last orgasm he gave, and my eyes are glowing in a burnt orange hue.

Seeing myself through his eyes has me gasping.

Stunning.

Is this how he sees me?

My gasp releases the bite and, with it, seals our connection. Warmth envelops me, and I feel the skin on my shoulder begin to knit back together.

When my breath finally evens, I lean back to see the damage I’d done to his shoulder, only to find that instead of open sores and blood stains, his flesh is now intricately decorated in glowing silver lines so vivid they appear to be moving in his skin. The pattern begins with three stars where my bottom teeth punctured, and from those stars, lightning charges in every direction over his shoulder, in between his other tattoos at the top of his arm, and down the entirety of his back.

My fingers are drawn to it like a magnet. Delicately, they slide over the hundreds of branches, and I can feel the touch on my skin as they glide.

Mate.

When I glance at him, I see he’s also staring at my shoulder. The same three stars sit at the top of my back, and silver lightning spreads off in every direction, just like it does on his.

They match.

Our Mate Marks.

Cain’s lips drop, and he individually kisses each star before turning and placing a final kiss on my lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, not needing to say the words because I can feel them thrumming through me.

“I love you too, Candy Cain,” I respond, melting into him. The satisfaction of feeling genuinely whole for the first time brings a sense of peace I’ve never known—the missing part of my puzzle.

“I told you that you would be mine,” he says, snark filling his tone as he rolls me to my back and drops a kiss on my nose. “The first time I kissed you in that parking lot outside Dante’s car, I said I would have you, and look at us now. You’re mine.”

The way my heart soars at the term has me closing my eyes to bask in the feeling.

I’m his.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” he finishes, pushing himself off me as he stands, pivoting to the bathroom.

Bri: Well, with this view, there is definitely no buyer's remorse.

Cain: Buyer’s remorse? Firefly, is that all I am? An object for you to own and play with?

Bri: Maybe

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