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“Again.”

“Please.”

“That’s right.” He stopped teasing my clit and instead leaned forward, stealing a possessive kiss from my lips. His gray eyes pulsed with seriousness as he held my gaze. “You’re mine. Your body is mine. Your soul is mine. Your heart is mine. Just like all of me, every shredded part of my bloodstained soul and every wicked part of my blackened heart, is yours. Now and always.”

My heart swelled in my chest. “Mine.”

“Yours. Always.”

He slammed his cock into me. I gasped. Releasing my throat, he brushed his palms together and then flicked his wrist. The metal that had been keeping me trapped flowed back into the bedframe.

I drew my hands over the hard muscles along Levi’s arms while he pulled out slightly and then shoved back in, sheathing himself deeper inside me. His eyes stayed locked on mine. I raked my fingers through his hair and then locked them behind his neck. Our lips clashed in another desperate kiss.

Shifting my hands to his cheeks, I held his face to mine and whispered against his mouth. “You are mine. And I am yours. Wholly. Unequivocally. Yours.”

He kissed me so fiercely, so passionately, that I gasped into his mouth.

My fingers slid down to his shoulders and then raked over his back as he started up a dominant pace, thrusting his hips with enough force to make me slide up and down on the silken sheets.

I gripped his biceps hard, holding myself steady as he pounded into me.

Pleasure pulsed inside me like a thunderstorm.

My heart slammed against my ribs as he claimed me so completely that I could barely remember my own name. Only the feeling of his body against mine. His lips on my mouth. His hard cock inside me.

Release crashed over me like a massive wave, sweeping through my limbs and ricocheting through every vein. I cried out in pleasure as Levi came as well. His deep moans joined mine, echoing through the black and gold room.

I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with Levi doing exactly this. Teasing, fucking, trying to outmaneuver each other with power plays. Living. Levi and I were going to fuckinglivewhen all this was over. No more pointless battles. No more desperate attempts to stay alive. And no more fucking hiding. After this was done, we were going to live.

First, we just had to pull off one more impossible feat.

Kill a worldwalker.

Chapter35

Tension rippled through the mass of white boots to my right as Christian White’s army at last became visible on the other side of the field. The wave of worry spread through the ranks like rings on water. My experienced battle mages, who flanked me and made up the foremost rows of my south side force, didn’t so much as flinch. The medium- and low-level fighters behind them, though, shifted their weight nervously.

Gray clouds covered the heavens, bathing the grasslands in bleak light, as if the sky itself knew that this would be a day of death. Cold fall winds whirled around me as I stared across the field and curled my hand into a fist, vowing that the only death this day would be Christian White’s.

As if my thoughts alone had summoned him, the worldwalker’s voice rang out across the empty stretch of grass that separated our armies.

“I see that you’ve come out to surrender before I could even attack the city,” he called, the mocking clear in his voice. “How considerate. But you should know that I only accept a formal dark mage surrender.”

A formal dark mage surrender, just like the blood oath, was one of the few formal rituals that every dark mage across Valda recognized. And it was humiliating as fuck. It was not something that I had ever done in my entire life, and not something I would ever do. I would rather be tortured to death.

“Funny,” I called back. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

“The longer you drag this out, the less merciful I will be.”

“Look around you, White.” I spread my arms even though I knew he couldn’t actually see it from all the way across the field. “You’re outnumbered.”

It was true. With the whole dark mage population on the south side united under my rule, and the addition of Malgrave’s entire constable force, we outnumbered White’s army three to one.

“Numbers don’t matter,” he shouted back. “Not to someone who can—”

Magic exploded across the field.

All the dark mages spreading out to my left and right immediately slapped their hands together and yanked up shields of magic as a torrent of fire and lightning and wind and several other lethal powers shot through the air.

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