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She pulled me closer and I edged in, moaning in blissful delight as her tightness enveloped me. I inched in gently to give hertime to adjust. She was so hot and felt so good, the sensation almost overwhelmed me.
"Celeste," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "You feel incredible."
She moaned softly and moved her hips against mine, urging me on. I snaked in, slowly at first, then faster, harder, more demanding. She gripped my shoulders with a fierce hold. Small gasps and sighs escaped her, tangling in with my ragged moans. A connection between us grew—powerful, magical, undeniable.
Her eyes locked on mine, and in that moment, I knew.
“Mine,” I growled.
She was my mate. The one my jaguar had recognized from the start. A surge of possessiveness coursed through me.
The urge to bite and claim her returned, fiercer this time—a sensation I’d never struggled against until now.
No, she didn’t want that. I couldn’t do that to her.
Our bodies rocked together, harder, faster, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her muscles tensed beneath me. I was close, so close, but I needed to bring her to her peak one more time.
I rocked into her harder and she arched her back. Her body convulsed as she cried out my name and pulsed around me. Her spiraling pleasure sent me crashing with her. My muscles coiling taut, I plunged into her with fierce thrusts and exploded. I roared out as my body shuddered with this intense release. Rapturous waves crashed through me, leaving me breathless and weak.
I collapsed on top of her, bracing my weight, unable to find words after that epic encounter. Was this what it was like to find your mate?
Yes, my jaguar purred, content.
I was stunned as my heart pounded against her sweet body. We were both covered in slick heat. I held her tightly as my breath slowed and never wanted to let her go.
She ran lazy circles over my lower back. “Van,” she whispered, barely audible.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice hoarse.
“That was…incredible,” she murmured.
I rose up to glance into her eyes. “You’re amazing,” I praised her and then pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.
We recovered in silence, our bodies entwined, and I knew. Tonight had changed everything for me. I’d found my mate. Nothing else mattered—not our age gap, not our lifestyles, not even the fact that she was a vampire who lived in the south of France and I was a shifter floating around the world on a cruise ship. All that mattered was that I’d found her and I’d do anything to protect her and make her mine.
Only one epic problem…
Would she see it the same way?
CHAPTER 11
CELESTE
Iwoke after sundown, invigorated from the night before with Van. Stretching beneath the silken sheets, I recalled each moment—every touch, every kiss, every whispered word. Van’s scent lingered on my skin, and I inhaled deeply, savoring the blend of feline and forests with his unique masculine musk. My fangs itched, wanting more.
Last night had been wild, my body high on rapture while also tormented by agonizing thirst. I’d desperately wanted to bite Van, not just to taste his blood, but to mark him. Claim him as mine. And that was something I’d never experienced in two centuries.
I better have a nourishing meal before I was near him again. As I sat up in bed, I noticed a folded note on the bedside table. I picked it up and unfolded it—a piece of paper with the Moonlight Siren’s logo.
Celeste,
Had to meet up with the band. Meet me at the Nocturnal Lounge after my show tonight?
Yours,
Van
I smiledand held the note to my chest. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough. Van was incredible in bed, without doubt—that wild, feral, animalistic side to him revealing itself. But there was something else—something deeper. We’d connected on another level; I was sure of it.
