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But first, I struck—fast, precise—my fangs sinking into the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Her blood hit my tongue like a shot of pure magic, molten honey laced with lightning, and I swear the earth itself tilted.

Pain flashed through her for a heartbeat—then melted into pleasure so intense I felt it ripple through the bond like a tidal wave.

Her orgasm slammed through her and into me, dragging me under.

Oh, but I went willingly.

This little Witch had me in her grasp and I never ever wanted to leave.

Every pulse of her body was a fist clenching around my cock, milking me, claiming me right back.

Mate. Love. Mate. Love. MATE. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

Her voice and mine echoed together—inside my head or aloud I wasn’t quite sure—chanting the truth into my bones.

But I wasn’t just claiming her with my bite.

Bella was claiming me right back, and I never felt so honored. So humbled. So ecstatic.

Her magic didn’t just wrap around me—it poured into me, flooding every hollow space inside until I felt too full, too lit, too alive to ever be the same again.

It coiled around my Python, stroking, binding, sealing us together in a knot that could never be untied.

I filled her in hot, pulsing waves, the release shuddering through me in endless rolls until my arms shook from holding her so tight.

“You’re finally mine, sweet Witch,” I murmured against her lips, tasting her, my voice nothing but gravel and reverence.

She nipped at me, that wicked little smirk making my cock twitch hard inside her again.

“I like it when you’re bitey,” I warned, even as she pushed at my chest and flipped us, straddling me like she owned the world.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you yet. Now roll over, it’s my turn to ride, Snake Man.”

“Anything you want, mate,” I promised, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her down on me again.

The bond pulsed between us with every move, her magic, and my Shifter heat winding tighter, hotter, until there was no telling where I ended and she began.

“Come with me, Bella,” I groaned, feeling her walls flutter again. “Let’s find our forever together.”

“Yes,” she gasped—and then we were gone again, into the spiral of heat and magic and inevitability that would be our lives from this moment on.

Mine. Mate.

Chapter Thirty-Bella

The Castor’s Corner Summer Solstice Festival was the kind of event that made outsiders shake their heads and locals beam with pride.

By mayoral decree—Evie’s own, which she announced with all the pomp and sass of a royal proclamation—Main Street was blocked off, transformed into a kaleidoscope of color and chaos.

Rows of tents spilled over with carnival games, glittering jewelry, magically-infused crafts, and enough fried food to tempt even the most iron-stomached Werewolf.

Hangman’s Field was decked out like a midway fever dream—Ferris wheel glowing like a halo, tilt-a-whirl flashing in rainbow bursts, and every supernatural—even a few members of the giant race, the Dark Elves, relatives of townsfolk who’d been accidentally invited—out enjoying themselves.

The festivities had started at noon and wouldn’t stop until the moon was kissing dawn.

My bakery had a prime tent spot, and I had six employees scheduled—two inside the bakery for the stragglers who wanted their pastries “fresh from the oven” and four manning the tent.

Mira was in charge, clipboard in hand, ponytail bouncing like she was auditioning for “Most Enthusiastic Witch Alive.” Girl had stepped up in a big way.