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“Oh my God,” I gasp, covering myself as instinctively as I can with my hands and a twist of my hips.
Alaric’s grin is wicked.
Unapologetic.
“You really have to warn a girl before you do that,” I scold, trying to sound more offended than I feel.
Because truthfully?
I’m kind of thrilled.
Excited.
Heart pounding.
His eyes are fiery, drinking me in like I’m his next sin, and I shiver under the weight of that gaze.
“I could feel your curiosity,” he says, his voice like midnight silk. “I merely acted on it.”
“That’s not how consent works,” I mutter, but I’m smiling.
Blushing even though my pussy is clenching on air, my sex soaked with anticipation.
Alaric steps toward the water, and I follow—because how could I not?
With every breath I take, the magic of Nightfall seems to wrap tighter around my skin.
I’m glowing. Floating. And for the first time, I wonder if I was made for this place.
Or maybe this place was made for me.
Chapter14
Alaric
Thorn Mountain—TheSecret Pool
The water inside the secret pool is warm, rising in curling steam as we sink into the hidden spring beside the falls.
The roar of the cascade is thunder in the distance, but here, in this tucked-away hollow surrounded by stone and trees, it feels private.
Protected.
Not enough.
With a silent breath, I call the winds.
They answer instantly, swirling around us in invisible currents, forming a barrier between our bodies and the rest of the world.
No eyes will see.
No ears will hear.
Not even the creatures of Nightfall will cross the veil I’ve cast.
She is mine. And I will not have any set their covetous eyes on her.
Does that make me a monster? Perhaps. But I’m surprisingly okay with that.
