Possession.
Wonder.
Relief.
Need.
All of it tangled together in that impossible gaze fixed entirely on me.
Like I was the center of his universe now.
And maybe the most terrifying part?
A part of me desperately wanted that to be true.
Chapter 17-Sten
My sweet Luna was a virgin?
Untouched save for me.
Oh, fuck.
The realization had nearly split me open the moment I understood it.
The gift she had given me—a Monster unworthy of her in every way—simply humbled me to the marrow.
Even now, tangled together in the center of my bed beneath the dim silver glow of moonlight filtering through my tower windows, I still could not fully process what she had given me.
Amrin lay draped across my chest in a warm, sleepy tangle of soft limbs and tangled sheets while rain battered the cliffs of Asgarheim outside.
The storm had deepened sometime during the night, thunder rolling low across the sea below the Runevald cliffs like distant drums.
But none of it touched me.
Not really.
Not when she was here.
Not when my mate—gods, my fucking fated mate—was curled naked against my body breathing softly against my skin.
The scent of sex still clung heavily to the room.
Her.
Me.
Magic.
I could smell it everywhere.
Warm vanilla and jasmine wrapped together with sweat and lunar power until the entire chamber felt saturated with her existence.
Mine.
The possessive thought purred through me again instantly.
Not violent.
