“Go deo.”I brush my lips against hers. “Forever.”
“Go deo,”she whispers against my mouth.
The pulse of our shared magick tells me she’s memorizing each word, feeling the weight of what we’re about to do. Her hands come up to frame my face, and waves of love crash over me, so intense I can barely breathe.
“Together now,” I murmur, my forehead pressed to hers. Her certainty flows into me like warm honey, mingling with my own readiness to the extent that our emotions become seamless. The air around us grows heavy with magick, tingling against my skin.
Our voices twine together in the ancient pledge:“Chun tú Geallaim mo chroí agus anam go deo.”
The words ripple through the air like visible waves of heat, and magick surges between us. A burning sensation circles my wrist, just above the first set of tattoos. My chest swells with fierce joy as I watch through half-closed eyes—this is real, this is happening.
A second band of Celtic knots etches itself into my skin in shimmering emerald, marking me as hers just as surely as she is mine. Pride and possessiveness surge through me as Bridget’s matching marks appear, the intricate patterns weaving themselves into existence. My wolf howls in triumph inside me—we’ve claimed her, bound her, protected her in ways no one else ever could.
Her magick floods through me, no longer held back by any barriers. My wolf’s power answers, rushing to meet hers. Where they collide, something new is born—a perfect fusion of both our natures. The bond explodes with sensation, with emotion, with absolute certainty.
Mine. Yours. Ours. Forever.
Bridget cries out, her back arching as the power crests. Her eyes blaze like green fire, and I feel everything she feels—wonder, joy, completion. Love so deep it defies description. The final pieces of ourselves clicking into place.
“I feel you,” she whispers in awe, her hands tracing patterns on my chest. “Everywhere. In every part of me.”
“Because you are every part of me.” I capture her mouth. Everything feels heightened—each brush of skin, each shared breath. The completed bond hums between us like a living thing, pulsing with our shared heartbeats.
I feel her joy as if it’s my own. Taste her pleasure on my tongue. Sense every flutter of emotion that crosses her mind. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, this total unity of body and soul.
I run my fingers over her new tattoos, feeling the lingering warmth of the magick that created them. The wolf in me is utterly content for the first time in my life.
Neither of us can stop touching the new marks, watching how they shimmer when they catch the light. Everything feels heightened—each brush of skin, each shared breath. Our connection throbs between us like a second heartbeat, wild and fierce and eternal.
“It’s like I can feel your heartbeat inside my own chest,” Bridget whispers, her fingers tracing the lines of my face as if memorizing every detail.
“Because it beats for you.” I capture her wandering hand, pressing my lips to each fingertip. Her pulse jumps at the contact, and I feel the echo of her pleasure through our connection. “No one has ever done this to me, made me feel this way.”
Her body melts into mine as I trail kisses down her throat, tasting salt and steam on her skin. Her soft gasp becomes myown, my desire feeds into hers until it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
“Bast…” She breathes my name like a prayer, her hands sliding down my back. The simple touch sends fire racing through my veins. Her desperate need matches my own.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips, letting my wolf side show in my eyes.
“Yours,” she agrees, her nails scraping lightly down my back. “Show me.”
The bond amplifies every sensation as I slide into her. We both gasp at the intensity—it’s different now, deeper. Not just physical pleasure, but so much more. The exchange of trust and love takes my breath away.
Wolf and witch, two halves of a whole finally united. Every spark of pleasure echoes between us, amplifying in an endless feedback loop. Her magick wraps around us both like silk ribbons of light. The scent of her surrounds me, forever imprinted into my soul.
“Oh, oh,” she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder. “Is it always going to be like this now?”
“Forever,” I promise, starting to move. The dual sensations nearly overwhelm me—my pleasure and hers tangling together until I can barely think. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as I set a rhythm that has her crying out my name, her voice climbing higher with each thrust.
She’s approaching the edge. I can’t tell anymore if I’m feeling my own pleasure or hers—it’s all mixed together. We rise together, each moment more intense than the last.
“Let go,” I whisper against her throat. “I’ve got you. Always.” As she surrenders, a wave of release crashes over both of us. I hold her tight, cherishing the physical connection, as her breaths come in soft pants against my chest and her body quivers in the tender aftermath.
“That was…” Bridget trails off, seemingly unable to find words.
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt on her skin.
She shifts to look up at me, those incredible green eyes still glowing with power. Her fingers trace the double bands around my wrist, making the marks shimmer. “I can feel everything you’re feeling. It’s like…like you’re inside my soul.”
