“I love when you do that.” “I love to touch you,” she replied in a breathy voice. “I want you.” “Fuck, yes,” I rumbled in agreement. “No, I mean more than that.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “I want to be your mate, Hugo.” I pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. “Do you mean it?” “Yes.” She smiled. “We should take our time getting to know each other better. I’m yours. Your mate.” Your mate. Anya’s words replayed in my head. I’d never heard anything so magnificent. Her words ignited such elation in me, I kissed her hard. She saw me in my true form, and her acceptance meant the
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