Chapter 40. My Mate

Everything is easier with a mate. I know this because I've seen it before with king Ranulf and his human-werewolf-mate, Rain, then I saw it again with Magnus, and his lovers Gerold and Savaric.

It's like they have their language and I never think I'd experienced it until I met Armand.

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"I could never get enough of you," he whispered the second he was inside me. "I missed you," he lightly bit the crook of my neck and I moaned his name louder. We've done this move a thousand times before, but it always feels like the first time with Armand. Maybe I've gone weak with the love we share between us, but I needed him as I needed sex to survive.

Every essence of his arousal, his lust all was swallowing me whole. I was floating in our desire, the feeling was too great when with each thrust he gave me deeper, more passionately, with words that I could never hear someone whisper and poured out his feelings, bearing it all for all of me to