Not ever.
Chapter 21-Sten
My heart was wild for her.
Truly wild.
Not metaphorically.
Not poetically.
My pulse thundered so hard I felt lunar magic crackle beneath my skin while the bond between us surged with enough force to make the floating lanterns overhead flicker violently.
Amrin claimed me.
Me.
My Luna looked directly at me beneath the blue moon and claimed me in front of the entire Spring Equinox Festival.
No hesitation.
No fear.
No bargaining.
Just truth.
“He’s mine.”
Fuck.
Gods.
After centuries of duty and expectation and celestial restraint, those three words nearly reduced me to something primal.
“And you are mine, Luna,” I murmured roughly, unable to stop myself from touching her.
I cupped her cheek immediately, drawing her soft warm body against mine while the crowds around us erupted into cheers and whistles.
I barely heard any of it.
Amrin pressed both hands against my chest, fingers curling instinctively into the straps crossing my leathers as she lifted herself toward me with the sweetest shy little smile.
Then she puckered her lips expectantly.
So fucking perfect.
Adorable.
Of course, I kissed her instantly.
Not carefully either.
Possessively.
Deeply.
Like I wanted every creature in Runevald to understand exactly who she belonged to now.
