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“Don’t do that.” I press a kiss to the spot, grinning with pride.
Zayne groans beneath me as my knot swells, locking us together. I lean forward, breath ragged, pressing a kiss to each of his shoulders as he trembles beneath me. “So fucking pretty,” I murmur. We're stuck like this for now, our bodies still connected, so I shift carefully and pull him back against my chest. He cuddles into me with a soft hum, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close until the tie eases.
I love this, laying here with him in my arms, the feeling of his warm body against mine. Being with him is a happiness I can’t describe. Like I’d die without him. I’ll burn the world down for him. And if he leaves me, I know in my soul I’ll follow after him.
“You bit me…again,” he murmurs, kissing me on the peck.
I grin, kissing the top of his head as my hand rubs up and down his arm. “I did.”
“Why?”
“Because you're mine,” I murmur. “And my wolf wanted to make sure you and the world knew that too.”
“I know I’m yours. And you're mine.”
“I am.” A warm fuzzy feeling swirls around inside me. We lay there for a moment, just basking in the afterglow. “Go on a date with me?”
“What?” Zayne tilts his head back to look up at me.
A nervous feeling takes over, but I push forward. “A date. I want to take you out, show you off. Have fun.” I shrug.
His lips kick up into a grin that has my stomach dipping. “Okay,” he agrees. “I’d love that. Any ideas?”
“Ah, no, not really. I kind of just came up with the idea on the spot.”
He chuckles, snuggling back into me. “It doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, that's good enough.”
And just like that, I’m falling in love with my stepbrother.My mate. And it fucking thrills me.
CHAPTER 20
ZAYNE
The sunlight filters through the open windows as I lean against the doorframe, watching Asher struggle to figure out the ancient-looking juicer my dad refuses to get rid of. His broad shoulders shift, muscles flexing beneath his fitted t-shirt. The sight is almost enough to make me forget the pathetic groan of the machine as it sputters in protest.
“Zayne, is this thing cursed?” he grumbles, slamming the top of the juicer down with a little too much force. His wolfish ears might not be visible, but the irritation flickers across his face clear as day.
I bite back a grin. “It’s not cursed, just old. How’d you know I was here?”
His sharp glare softens the second our eyes meet. "Your magic always leaves this... trace. And besides, I could hear the way your heartbeat changed when you saw me."
I step in, brushing his hand with mine as I gently adjust the juicer’s settings, making sure everything clicks into place. "Atleast one of us knows how to work a juicer," I tease, enjoying the slight tension that builds between us.
He watches me, his amber eyes glowing faintly, the quiet admiration in his gaze always stealing my breath. Even after him marking metwice,being Asher’s mate still feels like magic in itself.
“So,” he starts, leaning against the counter as the juicer hums to life, “I was thinking we could have that proper date today.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You mean just the two of us? No Harley? No Prudence?”
“Nope. Just me and you,” he retorts, leaning closer and kissing me softly.
“Alright. Where are we going, then?” I say smugly, enjoying the way he narrows his eyes at all my questions.
He chuckles, the corners of his mouth curving into a grin that makes his dimples appear—a rare, endearing sight. “It’s a surprise. But dress comfortably.”
The winding forest road opens up to a sunlit meadow, the tall grass swaying lazily in the breeze. Asher rolls down the windows, letting the fresh air fill the car. The earthy scent of the trees mingles with the faintest trace of rain from last night’s storm.
“So, what’s this all about?” I ask, glancing over at him. There’s a mischievous glint in his amber eyes as he keeps his focus on the road.
