Page 104 of Hungry As Her Python

Layers of Devil’s food, lemon cake, carrot cake, vanilla swirl cake, and red velvet built the whole structure.

The fondant work was so perfect I half-expected the tiny windows to light up.

And in the center—our clearing.

Bonfire flickering with real, heatless flame she’d spelled herself.

Around it stood three tiny Witches—Bella, Evie, and Donny—and beside them, were us, their mates in human form.

Behind each of us, our Shifter forms.

Wolf.

Bear.

Python.

My chest tightened.

She’d put me there. Not just in man form, not just as her Shifter—but as part of us.

“It’s perfect, Bella. Just like you,” I murmured, leaning down to nuzzle the soft curve of her neck.

She shivered, and my Python uncoiled in smug satisfaction.

Then I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out the band I’d been carrying for weeks.

Not flashy.

Not elaborate.

Just a solid, warm gold ring.

I took her hand, slid it onto her finger, and held it up so everyone could see.

Her eyes went wide. “Conrad?—”

“I thought this would suit you for work,” I said quietly.

And then she launched herself at me like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it.

“It’s perfect!”

I caught her easily—my hands had been made to hold this woman.

Her laughter was in my ear, her scent in my lungs, her heartbeat pressed against mine.

Maybe leaps of faith are worth it after all.

“They sure are, Sugar,” I told her, holding her close enough to feel the magic sparking between us. “And you can count on me to be there whenever you decide to jump. I will always catch you.”

Her eyes softened, a mixture of mischief and something deeper. “I’ll catch you too, Conrad,” she promised.

Marriage was a new adventure for both me and my hungry Python.

Good thing my Witch was just as hungry for me.

And standing there with her in my arms—veil tangled against my chest, perfume clinging to my suit, her soft curves molding perfectly into me—I knew we were already exactly where we were meant to be.