Chapter 13

When they were utterly spent, Sander lifted his mate and carried her to the bed righting her clothing as he did. He watched as Noelle’s pleasure glazed eyes found his mating mark on her body. The identical, though smaller, marking on her chest was the same teal blue color.

She ran her hands over the delicate blue rose and sighed, “Oh Sander, it’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, my love. And I do love you, Noelle, you’re my one true mate. My first Christmas gift. My sapphire rose is yours.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ve another, more traditional gift for you, my Noelle,” he helped her stand and straighten her dress, dropping soft kisses on her neck and lips. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a velvet box.

“We’re not like normals, you’ve been raised by Werewolves, and I’m a Dragon. I don’t need to tell you that I’ve marked you, my love and that you’re mine forever as I am yours. This symbol of our bond is for you. Es meus, we say in our language,” he opened the box.