Chapter 38

KATE POV:

He hovers above me, kissing me passionately like my lips are his favorite candy.

I can't believe this. I swear, if this is just one of my dreams, only the Moon Goddess knows what's going to happen.

Who even cares if this is a dream? This feels so real. His lips on mine feel so soft and taste like mint.

"Mmm," I moan into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss, looking at me with eyes dark and filled with lust and something else I can't pinpoint.

He raises my shirt over my head. He looks at the mark on my chest in shock. I try to cover it from his view, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"You have this too?" he asks, rubbing the mark of two lycans.

"What? " I ask. Confusion sparks as he continues to rub on the mark.

"I have this mark on my waistline," he says with a smile. "Yours is beautiful," he says, pulling my shirt off before throwing it on the floor, leaving me in only my bra and sweatpants. He kisses my lips sensually and passionately; his hand cups my chin tenderly while the other strokes my cheek.

He nibbles on my lips and gently sucks on my tongue. I moan in between the kisses, one of my hands slides into his soft hair, tugging gently, and the other finds its way to his chest.

He kisses along my jawline to my neck. He sucks, nips, and nibbles, making me moan.

I feel his fangs graze my neck, sending shocks of pleasure into my body. His fangs dip into my neck, marking me as his.

I hold on to his shoulders and bite the inside my cheek, feeling the pain become intense. I whimper softly, but soon it subsides, making me moan loudly in pleasure while my wolf jumps at feeling connected to her mate.

He licks on the mark before meeting my eyes.

"Mine," he says huskily before kissing me.

I break the kiss before pushing him down with me straddling him. I kiss his neck and suck on his sensitive skin, making him groan in pleasure.

I look into his eyes, licking my fangs before pushing the entire length of my fangs into his skin. He growls in pain before groaning at the sensation.

I pull my fangs out before licking the mark. Tiara beams in pride.

I pull away, looking into his eyes. I never expected to hear these words from anyone except my Ma, but hearing it sends butterflies flying in my stomach.

"I love you, mi vida."

I can't believe he said he loves me. He loves me. What should I say? What I feel is love, right?

"I love you too," I say, grinning happily.

Never once have I felt this way. I kiss him, pouring all my feelings into the kiss.

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I wake up to feel a weight on my hip and someone breathing on my neck, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I turn around to find Lawrence sleeping, his hair covering his eyes. He looks adorable and peaceful.

I push the hair from his face, tracing his sharp jawline. A blush creeps up my face, remembering what we did yesterday.

"You always look cute when you blush," he says in his morning voice, making me blush even more.

I use the blanket to cover my face from him while he chuckles, pulling the blanket off my body and leaving me naked.

I scowl at him before taking the blanket from him.

"You don't have to cover up. I have seen it all," he says, taunting me while laughing.

"Not to worry. I can always walk around naked," I retort with a smirk.

In a flash, he pins my hands above my head, and his eyes go dark with lust.

"You will do no such thing because your body is only for my eyes and pleasure," he says possessively.

I kiss him, showing him I am all his.

"Wow, it's beautiful," I say, amazed, tracing my mark on his neck where it meets his shoulder.

It's exactly like the one on his waistline and on my chest, but the only difference is the crown on both the lycans.

"Yours is beautiful," he says, kissing his mark on my neck and making me moan.

"I need to take a bath," I say, pushing him off me.

He growls before getting off the bed and showing all his manly glory. I still can't believe this is all mine.

"Yeah, I know with having all this, girls sure will be envious," he says, reading my thoughts.

Since we are now mated, we can feel each other emotions and hear each other thoughts.

"Get out of my head," I yell, throwing a pillow at him, which he quickly catches.

He laughs and walks towards me, lifting me off the bed with the blanket wrapped around me.

"You know I have legs, right?" I ask as he walks us into the bathroom and places me on the counter.

He spreads my legs before standing in between, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"Mi vida," he says softly before kissing my neck.

I wrap my legs around his hip, pushing my neck backward to give him more access.

He carries me from the counter and puts me in the tub. He looks at me with lust-filled eyes before attacking my lips in a demanding way.

I will never get tired of his lips on mine because this man kissing me with everything is my everything.

UNKNOWN POV:

I look through the picture on my desk taken by my men who are watching over her.

Her heat ends today. I hear it is unusual for it to be coming late and not expected. I pick out a book and find the explanation for this.

"Heat of the chosen," I read.

The bond, when accepted, will grow immensely in strength, and understanding between them must be developed for her heat to take place.

This heat will bring them together, breaking all boundaries. She will experience heat in different ways, going through pain, anger, and lust, showing strength and wisdom.

The beginning of something new or the start of something dangerous.

Lovely and also something dangerous, which will also bring peace and war.

I close the book.

"London," I call.

He rushes into my office.

"Yes?" he says cautiously.

"Get ready. We are all leaving," I say before dismissing him.

"The war is near," I say thoughtfully.