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September 21 - September 24, 2025
‘You have no idea how much I want you. How I burn for you. You lit an inferno within me and it won’t stop. I can’t stop —’
‘I have many regrets in this life,’ he murmured against her skin, kissing a path down to her navel. ‘But not tasting you that night in the woods is one of the biggest. I need to rectify that now. Let me show you how much I don’t want you, Thea.’
‘Oh gods…’ ‘The gods have no place here,’
If he’d done his job right, she’d never forget it either.
‘I want to taste you,’ she told him, her gaze dipping low between them, surveying his arousal. Wilder’s head tipped back and he raked a hand through his hair, nearly coming on the spot at those words leaving that wicked mouth.
They were going to do it right. Reaching for the basket by the fire, he grabbed a spare blanket and dropped it to the floor in front of her. His own cheeks heated as a shy smile tugged at the corner of Thea’s mouth and she settled her knees on the soft fabric.
Althea Zoltaire had destroyed him. And it was the greatest privilege of his life.
He was fucked. Well and truly fucked. Because the way he burned for her… No vows, no notion of duty – nothing – could stop it.
‘Look at me,’ he commanded softly, his hand closing gently around her throat and lifting her gaze to meet his in the mirror. ‘I want you to look at me as you come undone.’
‘When I was younger I didn’t know what it was to look at a woman and want to fall to my knees,’ he told her. ‘When I was younger I didn’t know a woman could make me feel powerful and powerless in the same breath. When I was younger, I didn’t know a woman could bring me back from the darkness.’ Thea exhaled shakily. ‘A woman can do all of that?’ ‘Not any woman. There is only one. There has only ever been one.’
She didn’t hold back, letting her cries of passion echo through the spring, letting the tears spill and track down her face. Wilder paused inside her, his expression softening. ‘Are you —’ ‘I’m alright,’ she murmured against his lips. ‘More than alright.
‘I knew you’d be the end of me, Althea Zoltaire,’ he murmured. ‘If this is the end, is it so bad?’ she asked, bringing his mouth to hers in a tender, gentler kiss. ‘No.’ He smiled against her lips. ‘It’s not bad at all.’
‘Perhaps not,’ he allowed, taking in every devastating feature of her beautiful face. ‘What can I do?’ ‘Fuck me till the sun rises, Wilder. Until I can’t remember the war at our doorstep, the magic coursing through me, or even my own damn name.’ His blood ran hotter at her words. ‘I can do that, Princess.’
And so the hunt began.