Chapter TWENTY-THREE: BOOK1 EPILOGUE-MAX

Holding Penelope was my favorite part of every night.

No one ever told me, they didn’t explain how it would feel, having my mate in my arms.

Her curvy body was so soft, so warm, and I snuggled her closer, wrapping her up inside the shelter of my body.

She smelled like cinnamon and spice. So did I. And I loved it.

The combination of our scents forever embedded in both our skin, renewing every time we made love. Speaking of which.

“You said you love me,” I whispered, kissing her head.

“Mmm. I did,” she agreed.

Warmth seeped into my chest, spreading out to all my limbs, flowing through my very veins. Gods, I loved this woman.

I caressed her neck, wrapping my hand around her throat. I felt her swallow, growled deep in my chest as need filled me, fueling my desire.

“Say it again,” I demanded softly.

“I love you,” she replied without pretense.