Page 345 of Sigils & Spells

“Mine,” I whispered, pulling him down to me.

I needed to feel his body against mine. Crashing my mouth to his, I poured everything I felt for my love into my kiss. We were both born of fire, tempestuous and strong, and together we burned brighter than the sun.

I ran my fingers through Brandon’s thick, coal-black locks as he worked his way down my body. He’d developed quite the knack for removing both our clothes without tearing them once I moaned over the loss of my favorite pair of jeans.

Of course, I didn’t really mind, but this way was just as sexy. My man had untapped magical potential, something dragons did not like to share, and I did not blame them.

Just look what the Council did to its own kind.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth and all thoughts of anything else but him fled my mind.

“Eyes on me if you want to come anytime tonight,” he demanded.

My eyes moved of their own accord, as if my body was aware its master was talking. Fucking hell, it probably was. I knew from experience just how long the man could draw out an orgasm. He had my full attention, and his responding growl told me he knew it, too.

Smug bastard.

I loved that about him.

Giving over control of myself was not something I ever thought I would do, but with Brandon running the show, I had nothing to worry about. His love burned for me like an unending inferno, something that touched me to my very soul. I felt it in our matebond. That was the white hot magical tie that connected us both.

Tethered, that was the word for it. Brandon and I were tethered to each other. Bound by unbreakable loyalty, unmistakable love, unwavering devotion. Passion like this was rare, but it was possible.

I knew that now.

Gasping, I clutched his shoulders as he licked and sucked and bit kisses down my body, over my dripping sex, past my shaking thighs, to the backs of my knees, and even the tips of my toes. He left no part of me untouched, no inch unkissed. Brandon was devout in his worship of my flesh, and I was a slave to his desires.

“Almost ready,mo spréach,” he growled, teasing my slit with the tips of two thick fingers.

Was he insane?

I was there.

Like, right fuckingthere.

I groaned and cried out, tried to move my hips to get more of him inside of me, but the damned man held me down with his powers. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. He was rough and dominant, surprisingly affectionate, and smoking hot—literally, which I just absolutely loved.

I could not imagine life without him.

As he moved over me, pressing his hard, heavy body on top of mine, I realized I never wanted to.

“Now you’re ready for me,mo spréach. Show me,” he growled and I did.

Fuck yes, I did.

Brandon Flint was not my undoing. He was my culmination.

EPILOGUE

End of the semester…

Brandon removedthe pile of debris I’d just created with one of my pyromantics spells. I’d been working to master my element in my spare time, careful to release my magic back into my own stores—a trick I’d learned after researching the things Headmistress Armstrong had told me.

I was able to do that and so much more now, including sending a lightning bolt to zap my cute as fuck mate right on his superb gluteus maximus.

“Tana,” he growled my name, and made that telltale clicking noise behind his teeth.

I stifled my giggle and offered him a wink, turning the page on the ancient tome I was using to help with my training. I knew the bolt would not hurt him as he’d explained, his dragon nature made him virtually fireproof. All that time I wasted thinking I was going to hurt the man with my out of control magic, and there was simply no way I could have.

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