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She needs my knot to satisfy her heat.
I don’t care if we have to wait to mark each other.
I knew before I claimed her that she was mine.
She wraps her legs around me, tugging me closer and pulling my cock deeper.
I never want tonight to end. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
The bond we’re making is unbreakable. It’s forever.
I’m giving her my heart to hold and she’s giving me a piece of hers.
We might as well be standing on an altar, exchanging vows.
The only things missing are the rings.
I lean forward and stroke my hand over the side of her throat. She leans into my touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I murmur, wondering how much sexier she’ll look with my mark on her pale, slender throat.
The need to mark her isn’t going to disappear overnight. I’m going to think about it a lot until she wants it. Other Alphas need to know she’s off the market. And everyone needs to know she has protectors who’ll fuck them up if they try anything.
“My mate,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her throat. “My sweet, sexy mate.”
Mark or not, she’s mine to protect, and I intend to make sure she’s very well protected.
Chapter seventy-five
Sapphire
When Gus leans in and starts kissing my throat, I want nothing more than to ask him to mark me.
Yet I hold my tongue, hesitating as his lips skim the flushed skin on my throat.
I know how good it would feel, and I know how much I want to be his mate.
Despite those desires, I can’t make myself ask.
It feels too much like slamming a door shut on the normal life I came out to Cressidan City to find.
I could leave my job. It wouldn’t be a huge loss.
I’d be willing to leave the city.
Silver Valley is a good place to raise a family, and it already feels like we’re making a start on that part of our future together.
I just don’t think I could go out there and not work, and I don’t know how much an Alpha’s mark or four would hamper my attempts at finding something that might suit my abilities.
Most of the world is designed around Betas.
They make up the majority of the world’s population, after all.
The thought of having to find my place in a world that’s not designed to accommodate me, for the second time in my life, makes me feel weary.
I worked hard to get to where I am.
Throwing all that effort away feels wasteful.
