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My heart beat so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. This was the moment I’d been waiting for, and now, I found myself at a loss for words.

“Say whatever you need to, Amaris. Please.”

Farsel’s plea shot right through my heart. “I wanted to tell you that I’ve made up my mind. About us. About you two being my mates.”

Farsel sucked in a breath and Tylan sat up straighter.

“I…I’m in love with the both of you. It has been growing since we began talking online and I had to tell you. I know that humans don’t have mates, but I’m damned sure you two are mine. That is…if you still want me after making you wait.”

Farsel looked like he might pass out. “Amaris, this isn’t because of your worry for me, is it? I feel it oozing out of you. You have to make this decision for you.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of this, mate?” The word slipped from my mouth without thinking, but I meant the sentiment all the same.

As easily as the word came from me, a tear ran down his face. “You’re ours. You want to be our mate for life? We won’t ever give you up. We don’t believe in your human divorce or splitting up. We want you for as long as we live.”

“Thank the Goddess,” I breathed out. “Because I want you as long as I exist.”

Before I could take my next breath, Farsel grabbed me up and put me in his lap, eyes shiny with tears. “You’re serious. You’re sure. Tylan, do you hear that?”

Tylan hugged me from behind, and Farsel’s gaze descended to my lips.

“Please, Farsel. Mate. Kiss me.”

Tylan chuckled from behind me, already kissing the back of my neck. “We’re going to do a lot more than kiss you, mate. That is, if that’s what you want.”

“I want that. All of that and more. Make me yours.”

Farsel’s lips met mine, and I plunged into depths of want I didn’t know were possible. He lit up like never before.

“You’re okay now?” I asked, pulling back to cup his face.

“I will be. Now that you’re ours, I’ll be more than okay.”

Tylan began to kiss me again, this time underneath my ear, and I let out a moan.

That was when the doorbell rang.

Tylan chuckled and pushed off the couch. “Dinner is here. I forgot we ordered it. One second.”

“Are you even hungry anymore?” I asked Farsel, rocking my hips against him.

“Not for food, mate. Only for you.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Tylan

Amaris said yes.

Just in time, judging from the symptoms my friend and bond mate had been trying unsuccessfully to hide from me. He was still eating and drinking, but a lot of what he took in wasn’t staying down. And he was losing weight, as well. His color was terrible. Even with the human guise we wore here. It wasn’t much of a disguise since our clothing covered most of our bodies, but it did the job.

We moved into my bedroom, probably just because it was slightly closer than Farsel’s, and with little time to waste, began to uncover our mate, finally being able to see all of her without the fabric that had hidden her from my eyes. Our eyes. Her silvery hair and piercing eyes would be admired on our world where few had hair that color, and her skin was a peachy tone all over, with no tattoos at all. Would she stay clean of ink? Somehow I doubted it.

Once she was naked, she knelt in front of us and looked up, unfastening our trousers and reaching for both of our manhoods. I wasn’t sure how close we were to human in that department, but I didn’t ask her because who she was with before us was not our business, but I didn’t need details.

“You two could be nude models,” she purred, licking my head and then Farsel’s, her boldness thrilling. “But I’d have to kill anyone who saw you like this. You’re really mine.” Our mate’s voice held awe and something more. “I thought Fate only found perfect mates for shifters, but she gave me you.”

She closed her lips over my cock and her fist on Farsel’s and pleasured us in a way no female at home would do without great encouragement. Usually, years into a relationship. I moved my legs apart, bracing myself as she switched off and used her hand on me, her hot sweet mouth on Farsel. I didn’t know how he was upright, as ill as he’d been, but with each stroke and lick and suck, he looked stronger. His color was not as obvious as it would be in a brighter room. Did Amaris notice? His tattoos were glowing bright, as were mine, but for human sight…I didn’t know if she could tell yet.

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