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By the time warm jets of his passion filled my mouth, I was well on my way to my first orgasm, my fingers buried between my folds. Only, I never got myself there.

Arlo was too fast.

He pulled me up, and lifted me in his arms, claiming my mouth with his as he nimbly stepped out of the shower and laid me down on a clean towel.

Before I could even speak, he had his head buried between my thick thighs, his tongue licking me until I was incapable of thought. He didn’t dally, Arlo was all about the endgame, attacking my clit with single-minded pleasure—mine, of course—firmly on his mind.

I’d never been much for dominant males, but Arlo’s possessive display was such a turn on, I had my fingers threaded through his golden locks, tugging him closer as he licked me into oblivion. The floor was hard against my back, but suddenly, it disappeared as I started floating toward the bed—wait, not floating, I was being carried.

Arlo laid me gently on top of the covers before covering me with his warm, hard body. He touched me everywhere with firm, seeking hands. He couldn’t seem to get enough, never tiring of exploring my curves and valleys. He nibbled at my mouth, and I tasted myself on him, it was earthy and sweet, and so damn good, my heart was damn near exploding from my chest.

His prowess in bed was absolutely swoon-worthy, but tonight was different. Our magic lit up the room, granting an ethereal glow as we fed love to each other, expressing it with our mouths, and hands—our entire bodies.

Healing magic was related to earth magic, I should have guessed that already, but it did not explain why I felt so completely attuned to this man.

“I love you,” he whispered, hands on my face, lips brushing mine as he slid into me with one slow press of his hips.

This wasn’t sex, for sex’s sake. It wasn’t two bodies mindless with the need to come. This was making love, and it was the first time I had ever felt such attention and devotion from another being. Tears pricked my eyes as we moved together, pushing the threshold to the next level of communion—and that’s what this felt like.

It was a mutual sharing of bodies, hearts, and souls. A constant consumption of emotion and a feeding of power. A more honest and personal exchange than I had ever known. I finally understood what he meant when he’d whispered I owned him during sex. It wasn’t possession like with a car or a piece of furniture. It was a complete surrender of being. A total giving of oneself. Arlo said I owned him, and right then, as we peaked in a symphony of skin slapping, bodies straining, hearts bursting, and panting breaths mingling, I knew he owned me.

Body, heart, and soul.

CHAPTER12

The next morning,I woke up safe in the arms of the wizard I loved. My body felt deliciously sore, my heart full, and my magic stores plenty. My theories about earth magic were proving true, and after I’d discussed them with Arlo late last night, he seemed to think so as well.

Witches and wizards did not mate like shifters, but our magic had bonded us, and it was kind of the same thing. That said, I fully intended to ask him to move in after I discussed it with my roommates. The idea of being away from him physically hurt.

We showered and dressed, he in a spare set of clothes he’d been smart enough to bring over, and me in a flowery skirt and cropped t-shirt. I was owning my curves more and more with each passing day.

How could I not?

Arlo looked at me as if I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You are incredibly beautiful, my sweet Jade,” he whispered, reading my mind like no one else ever had.

Just more proof we were soul mates.

I spared a thought for Jeremy and wondered what could have made that entitled bastard think he could behave that way. I swear it made no sense. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in years, then suddenly he’d shown up at Westwood with the sole purpose of torturing me.

Odd.

Very odd.

“Breakfast!” Maia shouted from upstairs, and Arlo and I were the last to arrive at the round table.

We’d added mismatched chairs as more of us seemed paired up, and the table itself seemed a bit bigger. Enok grinned guiltily, and I wondered what magic the mage had used to stretch it.

“We made a frittata!” Maia enthused, and I grinned at the air witch’s newly gained cooking skills.

We were all taking turns making at least one meal or snack a day so we could really bond as a dorm and a coven. It was something that had started rather informally, but I wholeheartedly agreed it was a great idea.

Besides, what better time to make announcements?

“Hey guys,” I said, grinning as Arlo filled my plate, adding frittata, fruit salad, and some spinach salad to my dish. My man was a healer, after all. He supported healthy habits, for sure. But more than that, he paid attention to what I liked, and veggies and fruits were my jam.

The others were doing the same for themselves when I explained my findings. Mabe remained quiet, sitting on my other side between Enid and me. She was worrying her lip with her teeth, currently not pointy, which was a relief, for sure.

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