Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(21)

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

She wiggled on his dick. “Move, Noah. Please, for the love of the goddess, move.”

Since she asked…

He pulled out slowly then hammered back in, thrusting in and out of her as her hips moved back to meet him with every movement. Damn, she was so tight. So his.

Just when his balls tightened, and he knew he was ready to blow, he pulled out then moved her to her back.

She smiled then wrapped her legs around his waist as he sank into her once more. He tangled his fingers with hers, their gazes never leaving each other as he pumped his hips.

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Mine,” she whispered back.

With that, he came, his seed filling her as she came around his cock. He felt the first part of the bond snap into place, their souls intertwining. She moved her head to the side, baring her neck. Needing no further invitation, he sank fangs into her neck, marking her as his for all eternity. His wolf howled in triumph, his mate underneath him humming in pleasure. He licked the wound closed then moved his head so she could mark him as well. When her fangs bit into him, he gasped, the final part of the bond forming.

His mate.

His Emeline.

His forever.

Once they caught their breath, he pulled out of her then brought them to their sides, their foreheads resting on one another.

“Mine forever, Emeline,” he whispered, knowing he was repeating himself, but he couldn’t help it. He might not have waited centuries for this moment like Emeline had, but everything he’d done before this brought him here.

“Yours, Noah. Thank you for finding me, for being the wolf you are on the hunt for my heart. I love you.” She kissed him then, a soft brush of their lips.

She was right. He’d hunted her heart and come out the victor. Now he had an eternity to revel in his prize.

In his Emeline.





Epilogue


Six Months Later



“This is going to work,” Emeline whispered to herself. This had to work.

Noah wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned into him, his presence calming her like nothing else could.

The past six months had been a blur of mating heat, promises, and new beginnings. She and Noah had their hands on each other in some way for most of the day, like most new matings, unable to be apart for long.

When they weren’t wrapped up in each other, they’d been working…and moving on. Before Meryl could be sentenced by Kade and the others, she’d found a way to take herbs to put her to sleep forever. So instead of facing her crimes, she exacted justice by her own hand. Emeline didn’t feel much for that, other than the tragic loss of so many years because of one woman’s selfishness.

That was behind them now.

Hopefully, the other project they’d spent so much time and effort on would soon prove fruitful as well. The potion that had taken six months to get just right was ready. Noah had taken every spare moment when he wasn’t with Emeline learning the surgical procedure he’d performed four hours prior with the help of Hannah, their Healer, and Emeline at his side. Lexi had been in the room as well, the woman stronger than anyone Emeline had ever known. She’d refused to leave North’s side at any time, even though they all knew seeing her mate like that would place a terrible burden on her wolf.

It hadn’t mattered though. North had come through it and Lexi had as well.

Well, at least mostly. He was still asleep, the effect of the drugs and the spell hopefully wearing off soon. Physically, North looked as though nothing had been done. Between Hannah and North’s werewolf healing, he looked none the worse for wear. Most of the Jamensons remained in the waiting area to give North privacy to recover, but Lexi, Parker, Isabelle, Emeline, and Noah were at his side.

He should be waking up at any moment, and then they would know if their spell had worked.

If this didn’t work…well…Emeline couldn’t think about that.

Not yet.

North rustled on the bed, and everyone stiffened. Lexi gave Isabelle to Parker, the boy handling his little sister like a pro, and then went to her mate’s side. Emeline started to move as well, but Noah held her back. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he shook his head.

Yes, Lexi needed to be the one North saw first—if he could indeed see.

“North?” Lexi whispered as she cupped her mate’s cheek.

“Lex?” North rasped out. He fluttered his eyelids, and Emeline sucked in a breath, her heart thudding.

“Baby, open your eyes. Tell me what you see.”

It took a moment, but he opened his eyes then frowned. The sight sent Emeline back against Noah.

“I only see blurs,” North whispered, his voice raw. “It’s better than before, but…but I don’t know.”

Damn it.

Noah kissed her temple, and she brushed away a tear. It hadn’t worked. All of their hope had rested on this moment, and North still couldn’t see.

Lexi sniffed as tears slid down her cheeks, her hand still on her mate’s cheek. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll give it time. You’ve only just woken up.”

Isabelle let out a cry, and Lexi turned, holding out her arms. “Give me your sister, Parker. I think she wants her daddy.”

When Parker did, Emeline stared at North, who kept blinking, his jaw firm. He looked so lost, so sad. And there was nothing more she could do about it.