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“Jadis Cassandra Bradbury!” an angry male shouts from downstairs.
“Shit. My dad.”
“Let’s go.” Halcyon takes my hand, and we walk down the stairs and into the living room together. My dad is standing in front of the fireplace. My brother pours him a drink and hands it to him.
“Before you say anything, Dad, I found my mate, and my carelessness was due to my mate fever. I think it’s abated but…”
“I understand all that. I’m just glad you’re dead, lass,” my dad’s thick Boston accent hits my ears. He opens his arms, and I step into them. “Those screams. My Goddess. It was really like you were being murdered.”
“Again. I’m sorry.”
“You must be the mate?” Dad asks, extending his hand to Halcyon. “Ayden Bradbury.”
“Halcyon Stregone.”
“This is my older brother, Gideon.”
“Nice to meet you.” They shake hands as well.
“Scotch?”
“Sure. Neat, please.”
Gideon pours Halcyon a scotch and me a vodka on the rocks. They chat for a few more minutes about New England football, of which, I know nothing so I check my social my social media.
“Dinner’s ready,” Mom shouts from the kitchen. We pile into the kitchen and sit around the table. The beef stroganoff is homemade and delicious. Mom truly is a kitchen witch. I’m not sure what kind of I am yet. I don’t think I’ve used my magic enough. I showed promise in many areas; I just never picked one.
“I’m sure Evanora, Hal’s mom, will want to talk to you. She wants our mating ceremony to be next week.”
“Next week? That’s not much time at all.”
“As far as I’m concerned, we’re together forever. All of that is just a formality.”
“But a necessary one. We’ll handle everything,” Mom says.
I reach for his hand under the table and squeeze.
Nothing has ever felt so right as it does with him.
I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.
Epilogue
HALCYON
ONE WEEK LATER
Earlier today, Jadis and I got married at the Suffolk County Courthouse to satisfy the requirements set forth by Massachusetts. Now, I stand at the altar I made with my own hands, waiting for her. She is barefoot, wearing flowers in her long hair. Her white dress is long and practically see-through, but she’s radiant—glowing even. Her light is shining tonight. I am also barefoot, wearing black pants and an open white linen shirt. Twenty minutes ago, we tattooed each other with the traditional cauldron, a wand, and an athame—ceremonial knife— over our hearts.
As soon as she reaches me, our hands are fasted together with a rope braided from pieces of her family’s and mine’s handfasting ropes. The High Priestess begins the ceremony, during which we publicly vow the things we already privately promised each other. The ceremony ends when my father hands me my athame. I use it to slice my palm open. I then hand it to Jadis, who does the same. We press our palms together, letting our blood mix.
“Together, forever,” we say in unison.
Our hands are untied, and I bring her to me. I kiss her softly at first, but deepen the kiss until we are both gasping for air. I don’t know how long we kiss like that, but I notice the room has cleared. Our guests have moved into the reception area, closing us in the ceremonial room, alone.
I pull her down on the floor. Lying her out like a sacrifice, pushing her dress up her legs as I do. I push her legs apart and press my face into her pussy, inhaling deeply. Licking, kissing, biting, tasting, taking what’s mine. I wrench open my pants and pull out my cock. She comes on my tongue, whimpering.
The taste of her pussy is still on my tongue as I run my fingers through her folds and find her sweet spot. I push against it until she’s screaming and writhing. My already hard cock is leaking on the floor of the altar, seeking entrance, so I move up to my knees, grip my cock, and slam into her tight cunt. Her back arches, and I run my hands over her perfect tits, palming and squeezing them before pinching her hard nipples.
