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Love, as strong as the rest of him, flows into me, warming me to my soul.

I knew it! I knew he could love! To hear him say that he loves me feels like I’ve finally come home. I become pure joy, happiness bubbling in my chest until I feel like I can fly.

Aldronn kisses me with everything he is, all his strength and passion and drive focused on me in a giddy dance of lips and teeth and tongues.

The power of his love steals first my breath and then my heart.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Aldronn

Kissing my bride and feeling her joy echo down our mental connection stokes my hunger to new levels. The base of my cock aches with the need to knot her, outdone only by the ache in my heart, the overwhelming desire to complete our mate bond.

“I love you, May,” I say again, needing her to believe me.

“I know you do. I can feel it.” She taps her temple, then touches my chest, her palm pressed flat over my heart. “I love you too, Aldronn. I love the way you believe in me, even when I’m not able to believe in myself.”

May loves me! It pours from her along our connection, filling me with so much pure emotion that my heart reverberates with it, beating only for her. Her amazing powers mean I never haveto doubt why she’s with me. May seesme—she sees Aldronn the man instead of the crown or title.

“I love your strength. I love how true you are.” Her voice whispers directly into my mind,“With you, I feel like I can finally be myself, hot mess and all, and it’s okay.”

“You are far from a mess,” I growl. “And how could I not love you? You are the very reason I even know I’m capable of love. Without your insight into my true nature, I would have lived a cold life of duty instead of knowing the warmth of your heart.”

“You say all the best things.” Her hand fists in my cloak. “If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you’ll scream, all right.” I smirk. “You’ll scream my name as I make you come.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, big guy?” Goddess, I love her playfulness.

“I’ll prove it.” I toss her onto the bed, cloak and all.

She gives a little shriek, laughing up at me with all her love and joy and mischief shining in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Take off the cloak,” I command.

“Make me.” She bites her lower lip.

I growl and fall forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of her, until I hover over her. My bride’s pupils blow wide as she sucks in a startled inhale. I move down her body, using my tusks to shove the cloak aside. She wears a wool sweater over her linen tunic, and it’s far too many layers. Yet none of it stops me from nipping at the tips of her breasts with my tusks until she squirms.

Pushing back up to standing, I growl, “Take off the cloakandthe sweater.”

“Yes, sir. Sir.” Nodding, she hurries to undo the clasp and shrug the heavy cloth from her shoulders.

I toss aside my cloak, unbuckling my sword belt as well. As she strips the sweater over her head, I pull off both our boots.

May leaps to her feet on the bed and kicks the cloak aside. Her hips move in a fascinating dance as she pulls the shirt over her head. My groan of need makes her grin, and she spins around to lean over, showing me her glorious ass as she peels off her pants.

Soon, she stands before me in nothing but her fine linen underwear dyed the faintest blush of purple.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I growl. “There’s only one thing that could make you any more perfect.”

“What’s that?”

I pull her to me, the bed adding to her height, so I barely need to bend to rip away her breast binding with my tusks. Her needy little nipples beg for my mouth, and I devour them, sucking until their hard peaks poke at my tongue.

“Aldronn!” May clings to my shoulders as her knees give out, and I lower her to the furs and lick my way down her stomach, scraping her skin with my tusks until she shivers. Once I shred the rest of her underwear, I pull back and look down at her.

“This is when you’re most perfect, my little queen,” I say, my voice a deep rasp of need. “When you’re naked and ready for me.” I run a finger down her folds, groaning at the slick wetness, my cock jumping against the confines of my leather pants. “So wet and ready, so bewitching.”

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