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Another wave of alpha power hit me, pulling me back to the present. “With these words the bond is complete. I share all my power with my mate.” Dastien’s words held power. My soul ignited, and as the bond cemented, I saw so many things. Dastien’s life passed before me. I knew him. Things he’d gone through. How he thought. Felt. All his hopes and dreams.
It was interesting and invasive and crazy. There was so much there that I hadn’t been seeing before—that I didn’t know about Dastien—and as the visions slowed, I realized how right Dastien was.
We were infinitely more powerful together than we were apart.
Beyond our bond, I felt the pack. The web of ties that linked us all together was much clearer than before. I could draw power from the bonds so much easier with the two of us tied together. Before, it’d been a reach. Now, the pack was just there.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like we could actually do this. We could win.
I blinked as my vision cleared. “Holy shit. That was intense.”
He pulled me into his lap. “What did you see?”
I ran my hand through his hair and the soft curls parted, turning into fluffy mess. “I saw a lot of things. You and your parents at a castle?”
Through the bond, I could feel his heart warming as he thought of it. “Not a castle. That’s my house in France.”
House? Nope. “That’s not a house. That’s a fucking castle.”
He gave me one of his Gallic shrugs, but I knew he was laughing on the inside. He loved that castle. “Same thing in this case.”
That was nuts. People in Los Angeles had ridiculous estates, but that monstrosity of a ‘house’ was bigger than anything I’d seen before. It was something out of a fairy tale. “Then you and Mr. Dawson were talking about you sticking around campus. Not bonding with Imogene. Yikes. I’d say you dodged a bullet with that one.”
Another shrug, but this one was filled with regret. “She wanted it to be, but it wasn’t right. She’d make me so angry—push my buttons—and back then, I wasn’t in control of myself. It was scary, for everyone else and for me, too. I didn’t like who I was when I was with her.”
I poked his ribs. “Of course she wasn’t right.” He laughed as I wanted, and the regret he was feeling melted away. “But I’m glad you’re more in control. I mean, throwing that mug? Was that really necessary?”
“I told you it was hard for me before I met you. Before I had you to balance me out. I always had to keep such tight control on myself, and then you came and everything got mixed up again for a bit. And then it got better. So much better.”
“Yeah.” It was half word, half sigh. I didn’t want anything to ruin this, but the vision of the church filled my thoughts.
“We’re not going to let it happen, okay?”
I guessed he was in my head as much as I was in his. “Okay,” I said, even though I knew he couldn’t promise that. Neither of us could.
He squeezed my hand. “We’re a team.”
He’d said that before, but for the first time, it really was true. I was stronger with him. With this bond, I could feel his strength—all the alpha energy he was hiding from everyone pulsed against me—and that made me stronger. I had a partner in all this craziness, and I’d fight to keep him.
I pressed my lips against his, and surrendered.
As his tongue brushed against mine, I could feel his attraction to me, and that made me feel the same for him. The feeling snowballed until I was going crazy—needing to feel him. I ripped at his shirt, and the material parted.
He leaned back for a second. “I need you.”
“Now.”
He nodded, and his nose rubbed against mine with the movement. “Now.”
I didn’t care that we were outside. That night had fallen. I needed him. Something told me that we were safe out here. That he wouldn’t have brought me here if he wasn’t sure of our safety or privacy.
Dastien rolled until I was on my back. His hand brushed my hair aside as he leaned down. His lips brushed against my neck as he peppered kisses up to my lips. The second he deepened the kiss, I got swept away in the moment. In the movement of our bodies.
Waiting for my soul mate—for my mate—was worth it. He knew exactly where to touch and when it was too much. He made me feel like I was flying, and I never wanted to it to end. As his hands ran over my body, I wanted more. I was addicted to his touch. With every movement, he owned me that much more, and I was totally fine with it.
We lay there after, sweating, catching our breath, and I knew I was cherished. Treasured. Even if the worst happened, this moment was worth it. It was worth everything.
Because love was worth it.
