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I thought it would be impossible to fall asleep while knotted to Shadow, but I sleep like the dead, all those orgasms making me the most relaxed I’ve been in my life.

I wake hours later, sprawled across him, still attached. The rich golden sunlight tells me it’s early evening, and birds sing happily.

When I stir, his knot tugs at my entrance, sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through me. I clench around him, and the feeling grows stronger.

“My wife.” Shadow’s deep voice sounds husky with sleep, but his green eyes glow up at me as his hands grip my butt. “Twelve hours is a long time. I wouldn’t want you to get bored. Why don’t we see what this knot can do?”

“Don’t you know?”

“My knot’s never formed for anyone before.” He grins. “Which means we’ve both got a new toy to explore.”

I can’t move far, but I don’t need to. Each movement, no matter how small, sends pleasure racing through me.

His hips lift as he bounces me on his knot. Shadow’s hands grip my hips, helping me ride him until we’re both crying out in climax.

We nap again, and the next time I wake, night has fallen, and moonlight floods the room through the open curtains.

Shadow rolls us onto our sides. His hand grips the back of my knee, pulling my top thigh over him and opening me wide. He slips my smallest vibrator between us and flicks it to life, pulsing his hips forward so his knot moves inside of me. The combined sensations send me flying over the edge in the fastest orgasm of my life.

We play for hours. That’s what sex is like with Shadow once he satisfies the burning intensity of our initial encounters: full of experimentation, full of joy. I fall deeper in love with him every time his dark, sinful chuckle fills the room as he discovers a new delight.

By the time his knot releases in the middle of the night, I’m happier than I’ve ever felt before. A deep contentment warms me from the inside out.

And love. So much love.

Shadow nuzzles my neck, sniffing deeply. “Have I ever told you how much I love your scent?”

“Maybe?” I tease. He totally has. “You might have to tell me a few more times, just to make sure it sticks.”

There’s that low, wicked laugh that makes my toes curl.

“I like this. I like being with you, being playful.” I swallow against the thickness in my throat. “I like that I can make you laugh. I’ve never had anything like this before, never felt comfortable enough to try.”

“I too have never had anything like this before. You’ve taught me that the best play occurs with someone I feel the most seriously about.” He picks up my hand to press a kiss to my palm, then interlaces our fingers. “I seriously love you.”

Joy and love fill my chest with overwhelming strength, feeling doubled.

“What is this?” I rub the mate mark covering my heart. “What am I feeling?”

“It’s our mate bond. It connects us. We share feelings through it.” He presses my hand over his heart. “Every second we’ve been connected, I’ve felt the strength of your love for me, and it’s beautiful and true.” Then he presses his palm to my chest. “And what you feel is my love for you. What does it feel like, my wife?’

“It feels so strong I can barely contain it, and it’s filled with the greatest joy I’ve ever known.”

“That’s it exactly.” He smiles. “That’s how I love you.”

Feeling how much he loves me chases away any last lingering doubts. I am worthy. I have a home and a family. I am loved.

“Oh, Shadow!” I throw my arms around him as he cups my face and kisses away my happy tears.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Shadow

I kiss Kayla. Long, slow kisses that don’t need to lead to anything more. Kissing her for the joy of kissing, lost in the feel of her delicious curves pressed against me, our legs tangling.

Our mate bond thrums in my chest, as strong and true as my witchy beauty, full of her love and happiness.

My mate, my glorious mate. I hoped Kayla and I were fated, but such joy fills me upon discovering it’s true.