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Imagined this impossible male who looks at me like I'm his entire universe.

He kisses me, and I let him.

Hell, I encourage him.

My hands are everywhere, memorizing the feel of his hard body as I writhe beneath him, desperate to get closer.

Because if this is a dream—I want to remember every second.

It feels so good.

Too good.

This can’t be real.

This can’t be happening.

“It’s real, Myrrin. I’m real. And now, I’m yours,” he growls right before he pushes into me.

Six

Desmond

My mate is here.

In my house.

In my bed.

And I am seconds from marking her in all the ways I can—with my bite, with blood, saliva, and cum—claiming her as mine.

For three hundred years, I dreamed of this moment.

Not the physical act.

Not the desire.

Though desire burns inside me with frightening intensity.

No.

I dreamed of being complete.

Of finding my one true and fated soulmate in all the multiverse.

Of feeling again.

Of hearing laughter in these empty halls.

Of having someone to treasure, to call my own.

For three hundred years, I dreamed of home.

And somehow, impossibly, home arrived on a New Jersey train wearing blue scrubs and showing more bravery and kindness than anyone I’d ever met.

My Josie.

My sweet Myrrin.