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J ezebel explained her abilities to me after her meeting with her deceased grandmother, and I was riveted.

My woman was so goddamn special. She sat there, her big blue eyes focused on me as she spoke her beautiful truth.

She had a job to do. A scary job, truth be told, but she didn’t seem afraid of it. Only of me leaving because of it.

Silly woman.

Didn’t she understand yet?

I. Was. Hers.

“You’re magic, Angel. Pure magic and whatever you need from me, you’ve got it. You’re mine, remember? My mate,” I whispered, reveling in the profundity of it all as I dragged her to me with my hands on her flushed cheeks.

The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air, and my cock thumped behind my jeans. She was so giving, so free with her feelings when it came to me.

An open book just waiting for me to read the pages of her heart. And I would. I did. I memorized them. Etched them into my fucking soul.

Christ, I loved this woman.

Her trust in me. Her belief that I would do right by her. It was everything.

“Y-you’re not disgusted or afraid?” Jezebel asked and the hope I saw on her face just about broke my damn heart.

“Of what you can do? No, Angel. Of course not,” I told her, meaning every word.

Anger filled me at the idea of what she’d gone through her whole life alone. Of all the people who judged just because they didn’t believe or couldn’t understand.

Jezebel was so special. So sweet and beautiful. She was perfect. She was mine.

“I think you’re a miracle, Jezebel Brayden.

My miracle. And what you can do is a gift.

I want to help you anyway I can. I want to be here for it all.

Anything you need, you just tell me. I am not going anywhere.

I’ll be right here beside you while you find your way.

I can’t wait to see what you can do,” I said, confessing my truth.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“With every inch of my being. Now, come here,” I growled.

I couldn’t help it, I needed to feel her lips beneath mine. Need to kiss her. To taste her.

“But I haven’t brushed,” she squeaked, and it was the opening I needed.

I drove my tongue inside her mouth, touching her everywhere I could, glad when instead of pushing me away, she clung to me.

“Need you, Angel,” I growled against her skin as I pushed her down and started stripping her of the panties and nightgown she wore.

The house was empty, otherwise I might have been able to contain myself. But since we had privacy and some time to spare, I knew I could not wait another moment to be inside her.

Need rose like a towering inferno. Like I would possibly ignite and burn to a crisp if I didn’t have her right this minute.

Frantic, insatiable, but still so damn careful, I slid over my mate’s lush body.

Love swelled within my heart, warming me like nothing else ever had, a steady flame that lit up the darkest corners of my soul.

I was captivated by her. Every inch of her, inside and out. Her beautiful heart. Her magical soul. And her heavenly body that sent ripples of joy and possession careening through me.

I thought I might have reached a pinnacle with how I felt for her—a mountaintop of affection where nothing could surpass this bliss.

But even as I savored that certainty, I could feel the falsity of that notion gnawing at the edges of my mind.

With every moment that passed, every heartbeat, my love expanded, filling the spaces between us.

A feeling so strong it pushed against the boundaries of the sum of all my previous notions.

This love I felt was a force of nature, unstoppable and wild, growing in depth and intensity with each shared moment.

The time she was unconscious, lost to me, I felt so goddamn alone. Demon snarled at the intrusive thought, and I shook my head.

Never again. I will never be away from her again.

Our matebond pulsed wildly. I felt it wrapping around us like an invisible rope, binding our hearts, our souls, together for eternity.

Maybe that would be long enough.

I looked into her eyes, saw the layers of affection glowing within their sapphire hues, and my whole body trembled.

I adored this woman before all this had happened. But what I once thought was the peak turned out to be merely a stepping stone in the vast landscape of my feelings for her.

The realization that I was more than I had thought. More than a broken Wolf. That I was made for the purpose of loving her was both thrilling and humbling.

My heart, my soul, my Wolf belonged to Jezebel in ways I had never imagined.

They said love was a journey. And I had to admit it wasn’t one I ever expected to take.

But now that I was on it, I knew I needed her by my side. I wanted to walk hand in hand with Jezebel as we navigated the beautiful chaos of life together.

“Emmet,” she moaned, reaching for me, and my heart soared.

I never expected her to want me, too. It filled me with a sense of wonder, igniting my spirit and propelling me into darker, more possessive thoughts.

I was not good. Never pretended to be. But I knew this was right. We were meant to be together.

Her gift was intense and scary, but it was part of her, so I loved it. I loved everything about her.

So. Fuck yeah, I told her I would help her explore the uncharted territories of her powers by her side.

Mate. Mine.

I swallowed her gasp as one hand closed over her plump breast, teasing the tiny bud I found there. She spread her sexy thick legs, making room for me, and I wanted to howl my desire for her to the entire world.

But I was a little busy, sliding my hand between us and undoing my pants. Newly freed, my cock bumped against the soaked cotton of her pretty pink panties. I moaned as I licked into her mouth, tugging on the elastic that circled her thigh.

“You wet for me, Angel?” I asked. My voice was filled with hunger, laced with my Wolf. And I knew if I could see my own reflection my eyes would be glowing with Demon.

“Yes, Emmet. Need you,” she whimpered.

“I got you,” I said, and I meant it.

I slid my fingers through her slippery folds, groaning at her soaked, hot flesh. Strumming my thumb over her tight little clit, I groaned as I pumped two fingers inside her channel.

Fuck, she’s goddamn dripping.

“So wet. So fucking wet for me. That’s my Good Girl.”

I should have taken time, should have prepared her, worshipped her more. But I couldn’t wait another second. Besides, I could do all that during the second round.

I lined up my dick and pushed inside with no resistance.

“S’fucking tight,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt.

“Missed this so much. Missed you. Tell me how you feel, Angel.”

“Full. Oh, God, Emmet! I feel so full of you,” she moaned, and I loved it.

Her chest heaved beneath me, and I felt her quivering sheath tightening, stroking my dick as I seesawed in and out of her.

“Fuck. Mine,” I growled.

“I love it when you’re possessive,” she whimpered, clutching at me.

I watched the pulse at the base of her neck galloping as I drove into her, seeking her pleasure and, therefore, my own. Jezebel was so wonderfully submissive. So goddamn responsive. So fucking soft.

“You have no fucking idea how possessive I am of you, Angel,” I grunted, rising to my knees.

I just had to see her as I took her. Needed to watch every jiggle and shake of all the glorious flesh as I drove inside her.

I gripped myself at the base of my cock, withdrawing so just the tip sat inside her heated sex.

“Please, Emmet. Please,” she begged, and my eyes widened as she slid her hands to her tits, cupping the mounds and pinching her nipples.

“I got you,” I growled, slamming my hips to hers and driving for fulfillment.

Jezebel called my name, scratching my shoulders as I pressed her legs wider apart, crushing her beneath my bulk. But she was pulling me closer, so I knew she liked it from her response. That and the way her cream was currently dripping down my balls.

This woman was made for me. She took it all. My rough. My soft. And with such fucking grace.

That knowledge alone soothed my savage beast in ways I hadn’t thought possible.

“Come for me, Angel. Come right now,” I commanded, and that was all it took for her to fall right over the edge.

Thank fuck, because I was right there with her. And as I spilled myself deep inside her womb, I finally told her all of it.

“I love you,” I told her. “Love you so fucking much, Angel.”

When our hearts slowed down and our bodies stopped convulsing, I lifted my head, brushing my fingertips across her beautifully flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” I said it again.

“Oh, Emmet. I love you too,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, and her voice broke at the end, but that was alright because mine did, too.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she answered.

My Wolf howled, and I crushed her to me before standing with her in my arms. After we were both showered and dressed in clean dry clothes that had somehow appeared on the foot of the mattress, I helped Jezebel collect all our things, and we made our way to the kitchen where the entire Crew sat waiting for us.

“Um, hello,” Jezebel said shyly, offering a wave that was a cute as fuck to the mass of people in the room.

I tucked her closer to me.

“What’s going on?”

“We got things to discuss, Emmet,” Max said, his mien serious.

“Like what?”

“Like the rodeo,” my Alpha answered.

Shit. Guess I forgot.