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Her words were a balm to his soul, the final thread that had been holding him together unraveling.He cupped her face again, gently this time, as if she were made of the most fragile thing in the world.
“I love you, too,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, raw.“You’re mine, Pixie.Forever.”
She smiled then, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.She leaned in to kiss him again, slowly this time, a kiss that said everything they needed to say.
The kiss deepened, and Beast could feel the bond between them strengthening, tying them together in ways he couldn’t quite explain.
He wasn’t going to lose her.Not to her past, not to anyone.Pixie was his, and no one would ever hurt her again.As he pulled her down with him on the bed, their bodies intertwined, Beast felt a peace he’d never known before.Pixie was safe and she was finally his.
Chapter Ten
Pixie sat on the porchof Beast’s house, her back resting against the railing as she gazed out at the horizon.The sun was setting, casting the sky in hues of pink, purple, and gold.
It was a beautiful sight, one she could watch every night and never tire of.But it wasn’t the view that kept her anchored in this moment.It was Beast beside her, his presence as solid as the earth beneath her.
The weeks since she’d fully settled into life with the Iron Sentinels had been some of the happiest of her life.She had found a sense of peace, something she hadn’t realized she was missing until now.The clubhouse had become home.
The members, once strangers, were now people she trusted, people who cared for her.But it was Beast—always Beast—who had given her the sense of safety and belonging she had always longed for.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed to feel wanted, to feel like she truly belonged somewhere, until he had made her feel it every single day.
Beast brushed his hand against her back, drawing her closer, his warmth seeping into her skin.The steady rhythm of his breathing, the way he always seemed to have a quiet strength about him, grounded her in ways she couldn’t describe.
His voice was low, rumbling against her ear as he pulled her into his lap.“You’re mine, Pixie.Always.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, not from fear but from the power behind them.There was a possessiveness in his tone, but it wasn’t suffocating, it was a promise.And that promise, wrapped in the simple beauty of his voice, made her heart flutter.
She looked up at him, her smile soft but filled with certainty.
“Always,” she whispered, leaning into him, pressing her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her.
For a moment, they simply sat there, watching the fading colors of the sunset paint the sky, the silence between them comfortable and full of meaning.There was no need for words.
But then Beast shifted slightly, tilting her chin up so she was facing him.His eyes were intense, focused entirely on her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I want you to be mine,” he said, his voice filled with a rawness that made her pulse quicken.“Not just for now, not just for today.I want you forever.I want you to be my old lady.”
