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“I love you too, my king.”

He plunged his cock inside her pussy, and Willa cried his name out loud. The water sloshed out of the tub onto the floor as he gently rocked inside her, easing them into the bath. His mouth crashed down upon hers, kissing her breathless.

Time stopped as they made love, her body glowing, their power merging. With a slow rhythm, they became one. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers. She gripped his shoulders, grazing her pelvis against his. Each slow stroke to her clit brought her closer to orgasm, his thick cock filling her.

“I…oh Goddess,” she cried.

“That’s it…just like that.” Hunter thrusted hard, increasing the pace.

“Yes…yes…yes…”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too. Hunter. Please…” Willa panted, her body on fire with ecstasy.

He tore his lips from hers, his mouth finding her shoulder. “You’re everything.”

As he bit down on her mark, Willa splintered apart, her orgasm slamming into her. She screamed his name, their bodies gyrating.

A rush of emotion seized her chest, so in love with this incredible man. Although royal blood ran through her veins, Hunter was her king, giving her unconditional love, a sense of acceptance, belonging, family. A love so great that she’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. Hunter Livingston. My Alpha.

Hunter lifted Willa from the tub, settling them into the bed. As she curled into him, his heart squeezed tight with love for his mate. He brushed his lips over her hair and wrapped them both into the warmth of a soft blanket.

He smiled as he considered the irony, how saving Viktor led to a chance encounter in Hell, a blessing from the Goddess. Even within the fiery underworld, the demons could not escape her or divine destiny. Teton Wolves was stronger than ever, a royal mate alongside her Alpha to protect and lead them.

With his queen nestled against his chest, the Alpha smiled, a rush of love threading through him. Never in his long life could he have predicted a world where he’d willingly submit to anyone. Within love and life, both equal parts of a concerto, they’d make beautiful music together for a lifetime.

Epilogue

Viktor stared down at the wolf. He should never have offered to save him. He’d only planned on feeding him his blood but when it didn’t work, he took to drastic measures to destroy the demonic silver.

“It’s going to be okay, wolf. You just have to get through this little stage here, and when you wake up, you’ll be fine.” Viktor lifted Rafe’s upper lip with his thumb, examining his teeth. He slid the pad of his finger over the razor-sharp incisor. Fuck. What the hell did I do?

“Don’t let him out of your sight.” Viktor looked to the nurse who sat attentively at his bedside. “Text me when he wakes up. Keep him comfortable. He’s got a fever, but it should be gone by tonight. We’ll feed him again and then all should be good.” I hope.

“Yes, sir.”

Viktor nodded at her and glanced again to the sick wolf. As he turned his back and walked toward the heavy metal door, he considered the ramifications of what he’d done. If Hunter had never traveled to Hell to save him, Rafe would be alive and well. Granted, the Alpha wouldn’t have his mate but nonetheless, an uneasy feeling settled in his gut.

Viktor materialized on the white sandy beach. There was nothing like fresh blood on a warm sunny day to relax a vampire.

He sighed, taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman who lay tanning on the chaise longue. From her perfectly manicured toes to her matching red bikini, she had a killer body he’d love to fuck, if only it wasn’t complicated.

She lifted her floppy straw hat and removed her gold filigree cat-eye Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. “The Alpha is going to stake you himself.”

“It’s merely a complication. You’ll find a way to reverse this, witch.” Ilsbeth. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. After attempting to save him with only his blood, Rafe had flatlined. So, he did the dumbest thing he’d ever done in his life…turned a wolf. Some would say it impossible, but Viktor knew all too well the secret powers of an ancient. But when things became sketchy, the wolf still ill with silver and sprouting fangs, Viktor decided to fetch the High Priestess and feed him her blood.

“I’m ready to get off this damn island you brought me to. It’s in the middle of nowhere,” she complained.

“It’s near Fiji.” Viktor waved to his private waiter, who promptly scurried to hand him a coconut filled with a frozen blood concoction. “And I own it.”

“Why couldn’t we stay mainland? Jesus, Viktor.”

“Too many prying eyes in Miami.” He fiddled with the miniature pink paper umbrella and promptly stabbed it back into his drink. “If it gets out I fucking sired a damn wolf hybrid.” He released a frustrated breath. “Well let’s just say I’m going to be fucked.”

“I want to get out of here,” she demanded, sitting up straight on her chaise.

Viktor snapped his head in her direction. “Listen here, Priestess, because I’m only going to say this once. You’re lucky I saved your ass from that demon. Your greed almost cost us both our lives. So, settle down and enjoy the sun. You’ll leave the island when I say you leave the island. And that will be when that wolf in there is stable and we know for certain he’s going to live. Not one second sooner.”