Page 76 of The Bound Witch
“Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Lennox Marai Osseous. Ise hiruse ou fooiq tork shin iei.”
Warmth licks through my body, and I can feel Rogan’s magic pulling at mine playfully. I smile as I start to feel parts of him that I’ve missed so much it makes my eyes well with emotion.
“Please, I need you,” he begs as he wipes a stray tear from my cheek, and I look into him as deeply as I can while his body fills mine in every possible way.
“Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Rogan…Shit, what is your middle name?” I ask, realizing that I have no idea what it is.
Rogan laughs, and it almost sends me over the edge. “It’s Arlo,” he tells me, and I chuckle. “I think it means ‘between two hills’ or something stupid,” he adds, and I start to laugh harder.
“I mean, accurate,” I point out, gesturing to the fact that my tits are bouncing around him right now.
He laughs even harder, and while the sound of his happiness echoes around the room, I look into his eyes and start again.
“Tedas ruk shaw aus forin ve Rogan Arlo Kendrick. Ise hiruse ou fooiq tork shin iei.”
Power swarms both of us, but unlike the first time we did this while we were fighting each other in every possible way, the tether sinks into both of us like an anchor gently floating to the bottom of the sea. He snaps into place inside of me exactly like he’s supposed to, and I feel like I can breathe for the first time since I came back to life...the second time.
Rogan kisses me fiercely, and I claim his mouth right back. Pleasure slams through me, both mine and his, and it’s all so incredibly overwhelming that we both scream out at the same time as ecstasy wraps around us. We come so hard that all we see is light, all we feel is each other, and all we are is this...just like we were always meant to be.
We fall over, a tangle of limbs, orgasms, magic, and bliss. We pant through everything that just happened, and I don’t think it’s possible for my smile to get any wider. I feel a giddy excitement in Rogan that gives me pause, and I look over at his sappy face and laugh.
“What are you up to, Rogan Kendrick?” I demand. “You’re not fooling me now that I can feel you once again,” I remind him, and his happiness flares so brightly in my chest I can’t breathe. It’s the most profound and beautiful thing to feel, and I immediately well up with tears again.
“Don’t cry, my little Bound Witch, I have a present for you,” he croons, and I laugh through my happy tears and pull him in for a long slow kiss.
“Is it your dick again, because if it is, I’m here for it, but also lets get more coffee first,” I announce, feeling sleep’s siren song already in my limbs.
He chuckles and rolls off the bed to get something from the closet, and I sit up and do my best not to pass the fuck out while I wait for him. He comes back with a black box that’s too big to be a ring but too small to be anything else I can think of. Rogan’s eagerness is catching, and I’m practically bouncing with anticipation as he crawls back into bed and places the box in my waiting palm.
“I got this for you because it was the first time I saw you smile with such pure joy and happiness, and I knew right then and there that I was a goner,” he tells me, and I immediately wonder what the hell is in the box. “Open it,” he encourages.
I untie the ribbon and slide it off the box, and then I carefully separate the top from the bottom, exhilaration coursing through me and mixing with Rogan’s nervous excitement. I stare at what’s inside, completely dumbfounded and stunned. My eyes immediately well up again as I pick up the small jackalope antler from the box and set it in my palm.
Tears drip down my face, the significance of this moment and everything we’ve been through suddenly overwhelming in all the best ways. I kiss Rogan so fiercely it’s as though I tattoo myself all over him and then let him do the same right back. I pepper him with kisses as we fall back on the bed, careful not to hurt my newfound most-prized possession.
“Omg, my ancestors are going to be so damn excited when I induct this little guy into the pouch of bones,” I squeal as we wrap ourselves around each other and just be. I sigh, still shaking my head at the incredible treasure in my palm. “Giving me presents is going to be so impossible from here on out, because nothing could possibly top this,” I tell him. “So well fucking done, but also good luck.”
Rogan laughs and tucks me into his side. He sighs deeply and shoots me a panty melting smile. “I was going to teach you how to make the espresso maker cum next,” he teases, and I moan in approval.
“Probably shouldn’t though,” I advise casually. “What would I need you for then?” He plucks my jackalope antler from my hand and sets it on the side table, and then I’m squealing and laughing as Rogan Kendrick reminds me of all the reasons I love him...and also love screaming his name.
I can’t believe this all started with a purple pouch of bones and a world I never wanted to be a part of. Who knew between the bones, the blood, the deaths, and the love, that I would find everything I was looking for and so much more?
My name is Countess Lennox Marai Osseous, and I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore. What I do know is that I hated magic until I learned how to make some of my own. Then I discovered that love truly is the greatest magic of all. Now I’m tethered to the man of my dreams, surrounded by family and friends who I would die for—and have—and I wouldn’t want it any other way…moon shits and all.
The End
