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Keeping my arms solid, I turned her to me again and buried a hand in her hair, pulling her head back so I could taste her neck. Feel her swallow and gasp. Drench her in magic.

I reached down between her legs and touched her, lining my fingers with silver power. With Ban tasting her the last time, I hadn’t touched her like this. I hadn’ttastedher yet. More. I needed more. No more floating.

Bringing myself back into a fully physical form, I let us down into the shallows of the pool. Onto the sand. Where Meg was laying like a wanton goddess washed up onto the shore.

The magic in her limbs turning her violet was beautiful too, and that magic sang with mine even though I wanted it out of her. Reaching out with my own power, I stroked along the magic I felt inside of Meg.

She arched. “What the fuck was that?”

“What happens when magic plays with each other.”

My mate’s eyes were as dark as I’d ever seen them. “Do it again.”

I had something better.

Sinking into the water, I parted her legs and found the center of everything. My tongue coated with magic, I feasted on the only flavor I wanted for the rest of my eternal existence. Her magic felt curious and eager, but I was more focused on Meg. The way her legs jerked closer together when I licked up under her clit, and the soft moans whenever I sealed my mouth over it and sucked.

Her fingers dug into the wet sand, leaving little craters behind that showed her desperate need for more. So I gave her more. I slipped my arms under her legs and locked them together again over her stomach so I could pull her closer to me—spread her legs out with my shoulders and savor the tart sweetness of her pussy on my tongue.

I once thought it was hard to get drunk as a spirit.

Meg was about to prove me wrong. I was out of my mind. How much had I been holding back, waiting for her to be ready?

Magic flowed from my hands into her core, and Meg’s voice echoed off the rocks around us and floated out over the sea. Let it. Let anyone in the vicinity know how much my mate loved my tongue in her cunt.

“Ariel—” her voice was strangled with pleasure.

I didn’t stop, mimicking the motion which had made her moan and making it that much more intense. My skin glowed with power, and underneath her skin, Meg did too where I was giving it to her.

Meg’s body arched, orgasm breaking over her and body only controlled by the ecstasy trying to be released. The taste of her cum was that much sweeter, and I drank her in to make it last. Though this wouldn’t be the last time I tasted her tonight. I was going to breathe her like she was air.

I climbed up her body, leaving handprints in the sand before I kissed her. Meg softened under me, every delicious curve melting into mine in the aftermath. The look on her face was one I could look at every day.

“If all of you keep doing that, it’s not going to be the magic that kills me.”

I nearly growled at her, the anger at the idea of her dying slipping into me once more, and she smiled wider. “Too soon?”

“It will always be too soon, mate.” I kissed her again, letting her feel how hard I was for her and the frenzy that would soon take us. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good,” she murmured against my lips.

“I’m glad, and I’m sorry.”

“Why?” She suddenly looked worried.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I followed the instincts I had, forming one hand into a thin point. A spear or a needle. “Because I will protect you from everything,” I whispered. “But I can’t protect you from the pain of this. I can only make it better once it’s over.”

Now. Every instinct told me. Now.

Mark her.

Mate her.

Make hermine.

I slammed my mouth down on hers and pierced my mate’s soul with mine, just above her heart.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

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