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While I hovered over her, locked inside her, I rose on my forearms, petting my mate’s head as she stirred awake. She smiled, her hand too heavy to lift to my face.

“That was something,” she said. Her eyes lowered, seeing that we were still locked together. “How long are we like this?”

“I do not know. I have never knotted before,” I said honestly.

She smiled at that, nuzzling into my elbow that laid near her head.

I waited for her to ask about the obvious bite mark on her neck, but her eyes fluttered shut.

“Sleep my mate,” I purred heavily.

“I like it when you do that,” she whispered. “Makes me feel safe.”

“You will always be safe with me, little one. We are connected in body and soul now.”

Her eyes shut and I hovered over her while my knot rested in her channel.

Chapter Twenty Five

Journey

Thesunlightfilteredontothe bed, the rays warming my cheeks as I turned over.

Last night was certainly magical. My mind was opened to a whole new world that I never could have dreamed of. With that, I was mated to one of those beings that I had only read about as a child.

A shifter, more like werewolf. But there were more of them. Animals, beings that defied all scientific logic in the human world. And I was mated, or soul bonded, to one of them, because their goddess deemed us worthy.

And I believed it.

It was because I wanted to believe it, wanted to believe there was some sort of higher power out there that would listen. If I had known that the goddess was real when I was just a child, I would have spent much more of my time gazing into the glowing orb in the sky.

She sent Grim to save me; she sent me to save Grim. We were two broken souls that had mended each other in ways no one else could.

I smiled, delightfully sore after our joining. We were to be together forever now, as his goddess proclaimed to his kind. Now that a human was in the mix, did that mean I should continue to pray to her? And were their other gods out there that needed to be prayed to?

I rolled onto my shoulder and winced. Deep, penetrative bite marks were embedded in my skin. I couldn’t see the indentions of his teeth, but I could definitely feel them. When Grim said he would “mark” me, I wasn’t sure what it would entail. He was more worried about his knot, and rightfully so, but this was something I wasn’t expecting.

It didn’t hurt; it was a delightful singe that reminded me of our touch when we first met. The bar bells on the underside of his dick were quite awesome, too. It rubbed me in places I never thought would feel good.

“Grim?” I rolled to my stomach. The blankets were stuffed around me, keeping me wrapped like a burrito. He loved making sure I was warm and hidden beneath the blankets, like some pup.

Grim was nowhere to be found until I heard a grunting noise in the bathroom.

I grabbed the blanket, pulling it around my naked body. Our “nest,” Grim called it, was a mess, but his scent dominated it. His smell was certainly more potent. I could smell the deep woodsy scent he radiated and could sense it on my skin.

I padded to the door and heard a painful grunt on the other side. My worry intensified, my heart thrumming in my chest.

“Grim?” I knocked, and the shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door stopped. “Are you alright? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he rasped. “Everything is fine, my mate. I’m sorry I’m not in our nest.”

I clutched the blanket tighter at the sound of the pain in his voice, looking back at our nest and back toward him.

“Grim, I’m worried.” I pushed on the door, but it was locked. “Why won’t you let me in?”

“Are you okay?” He quickly replied.

His hand thumped on the door.

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