Book 15: It's Not a Dream

Blake

Marianna is just as close. I feel it before she can–the way she tightens and begins to spasm around my cock, the way her thighs lock and her toes curl behind my back.

Her teeth graze my neck as she pants, breathing my name as our worlds collide and burst into nothing but starlight, and there it is… the tapestry. Our threads–once frayed, now binding into one. I see our life stretching through the stars.

A long life.

“Please,” I damn near beg, and she bites down, sucking a bruise as her teeth sink into my skin and the mate bond erupts into what I can only describe as madness. I slam her against the rock as my release barrels through me like a rogue wave. She comes as well, screaming my name into the night, but I bite down on her neck, holding her still, damning the still healing skin left behind by the mark the healers cut out of her–a mark that should never have been there.

It should always have been mine.

I keep us there, su