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A cool breeze blows through the structure, and I freeze when I detect Freyja’s distinct scent. My nostrils flare when I pick up the subtle saline scent of her tears. Shame fills me dark and deep to know that I have caused her such pain.
Clenching my jaw, I inwardly curse myself as I climb the steps of the temple and see her standing by the heart tree. Her back is to me, and as I approach, she spins and then gasps as soon as her eyes meet mine.
Upset that I startled her, I start to apologize. “Freyja, I—”
My words are cut off as she rushes forward and launches herself into my arms. I catch her, wrapping my arms solidly around her form. “Aurdyn,” she breathes against my neck as she holds me tight.
“What are you doing here?” I pull back just enough to study her face. I cup her chin and brush away her tears with my thumb. “Why are you crying?”
“I needed answers,” her voice quavers. “I came to speak with the heart tree.”
My gaze shifts to the tree and I clench my jaw. I was right. “What did you see in your vision the other day?”
“You know I cannot speak of it, just as you cannot tell me either.”
My suspicions are confirmed. This is the problem between us. This gods-forsaken tree. Not me.
Instead of asking again what she saw, I pose a different question. “Do you want a future with me?”
Her tear-filled gaze holds mine as she cups my cheek. “More than anything.”
Happiness brighter than the very sun itself fills my chest, and I crush my lips to hers, kissing her long and deep. When I finally pull back, her entire face is flushed, and she is breathless and panting.
The desire to claim her is a fire deep within, and I am desperate to make her mine. I pull her tight to my chest and lift off into the sky, flying us back to the castle.
She releases a sharp cry of surprise as I drop down toward the glass dome over my room, extending my wings at the last moment to halt our descent before I carefully open the panel and alight near the bed.
Need burns through me like fire as I lay her down on the furs and crawl over her. I wrap my tail around her ankle and gently guide her legs apart as I settle between them. She gasps as I roll my hips against hers, my stav fully extended and painfully erect with the desire to join our bodies as one.
I push up on my elbows and stare down at her as I begin to pull at her clothing, but she places a hand on my chest, and I still. “What is wrong?” I ask, worried that perhaps I am moving too fast. Maybe she is not ready to fully mate just yet.
“What about the mating battle?” she asks, a bit breathless. “Is that not what we are supposed to do, according to your traditions?”
This wonderfully perfect female beneath me. How did I ever become so blessed?
“I cannot fight you in the mating battle, Freyja.”
“Why not?” Pain and rejection flash briefly across her features, so I rush to explain.
“I cannot fight you because I have already lost.” I reach down and touch her lovely face, staring deep into her luminous gaze. “You have conquered me, my T’kara. My heart surrendered to yours long before now.”
“My heart is yours, Aurdyn.” Tears fill her eyes as she stares up at me. “I love you. More than anything.”
“Tell me,” I whisper against her skin as I press a series of kisses down her neck to her chest. Using my claws, I slice a line down her clothing, leaving her bare to my touch and my gaze. “Tell me you are mine.” I trace my tongue along the soft mound of her breast. Her entire body is so soft and giving.
She gasps as I swipe over the stiffened peak and my eyes flick up to meet hers. “Are you mine to claim?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Holding her gaze, I close my mouth over her breast and lave my tongue over the sensitive peak as she arches up into me. I did not give this part of her the proper attention the last time I pleasured her, and now I will remedy that.
I cup my other hand over the opposite breast, gently kneading her tender flesh as she moans and writhes beneath me.
As I move down her body, I worship her with my lips and my tongue, tasting the sweet salt of her skin. When I reach the juncture of her legs, I slide my hand up her inner thigh, opening her to me.
I dip my head between her thighs and when my tongue touches her, she gasps and tries to close her legs around my head. “What are you doing?”
I lift my head, frowning. “Pleasuring you with my tongue.”
