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Griffin grunted, snorted, and growled as his lust for her took over.

His desire to complete the bond. His need to find his own happy ending, and spill his seed inside of her womb was like a fire within his blood, within his very soul, and it wouldn’t be denied.

Pent up tension clawed within him now that his beast was sated.

His muscles burned with the fire of straining so damn hard to reach that happily ever after that eluded him.

His head craned back on his neck, and the muscles and sinews of his body were close to breaking point as he thrust inside of her.

He could feel her inner muscles, still in the fluttering stages of the end of the first orgasm, as they started to tighten once more.

He reached for her wrists and pushed her hands back against the mattress as his whole body caged her in.

Lust, need, desire, and desperation clawed within his very soul.

The sound of her moans, of hissed curses, of her begging for the mercy of another release battered his already lost mind, the heated friction of his cock inside of her was almost too much to take.

And then he felt her body tense a moment before she cried out at the intensity of the orgasm that tossed her body to the four winds and took her away from him once more.

The hard, relentless clench and release of her inner muscles suckled his seed from within his balls, and his body strained one last time, before the hard growl that rolled through his chest turned into a roaring mating howl the moment that he buried his cock to the hilt inside of her and his seed hit a home run.

Over and over, until he thought that he couldn’t take one more moment of the extreme, intense pleasure that took his body; he spilled his seed inside of his mate until he had nothing left to give.

Griffin couldn’t breathe – he couldn’t think – he couldn’t move – his muscles were locked tightly, ensuring that he stayed in place as they quivered under the stress.

It took everything that he had left within him to collect Keri against his chest and crawl across the mattress on his knees.

He practically collapsed on his side, bringing her with him inside the security of his arms, as he protectively curled his body around hers.

One.

Joined.

Mated.

Bonded.

Forever his.

He was a damn happy man, a lucky alpha, and a blessed mate.

 

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“I guess in the grand scheme of how the day went – two matings out of three isn’t to be sniffed at.” The vampire had something of a smirk on his face for Lucas when the beta snapped his head around and growled deep within his chest.

The party was still in full swing around them.

The vampire sat on a wooden reclining garden chair with his feet against the kick plate, and the beta sat on the long covered swing, with his mate lying asleep beside him. Her head was in his lap and his mind was more than wandering.

“Bite me,” Lucas growled and watched as Percival’s shoulders jumped up and down with the silent laughter that took the man.

“Now – now, got get all fangs and claws because your siblings managed to control how much alcohol their mates ingested.”

“I am seriously going to rip out your fangs and hand them to you,” Lucas grumbled to himself as the vampire continued to revel in the misery that the beta felt.

He was happy that he had found his mate – but, he would have been happier if she was fast asleep on his lap because he’d loved her to total and pure exhaustion.

“Oh, alright then – I’ll go easy on you,” Percival sighed.

“You will?” Lucas shot him a look of suspicious disbelief as his tone dripped with acid.

“No,” Percival chuckled. “Until you bond with your mate, I’m going to drag your backside three ways from Sunday, but I did give you a minutes grace there.”

“You’re a butthole,” Isla muttered before she tasted what she could only imagine licking a carpet in a bar would be like on her tongue, and she pulled a face.

“It speaks,” Percival announced, and the witch snorted.

“It zaps too, so behave yourself,” she grumbled.

She wasn’t sure that she had to energy or the mental capacity to actually perform magic if she’d wanted too, but that didn’t matter. She could feel her mate all around her, and she felt more than safe.

“Go on, zap him,” Lucas urged as he grinned at the vampire like the wolf that got the bunny.

“I fear I would mix up my spells and turn him into a frog,” Isla sighed.

“That’s good too,” Lucas said.

“That’s not good,” Percival bit out in disbelief. “Think of the damn consequences before you encourage a drunken witch to do something stupid – not that everything they do, drunk or sober – isn’t stupid to begin with.”

Percival bit down on the sudden pain that burst to every nerve in his body. He grunted.

His muscles twisted into knots and his head felt as if it was about to explode right then and there on his neck, and then it was over as quickly as it had begun.

“Nope, I’m all good. I still got it,” Isla announced, prying open her eyelids and seeing the vampire through Scotch and beer induced fuzzy eyes.

“Oh joy to the bloody world…,” Percival bit out.

“Sour grapes,” Lucas chuckled.

“Actually, the wine is quite good. It’s your company that spoils it,” Percival shot back, snorting in contempt for the beta.

“Does that include me?” Maria asked as she leaned over the back of the vampire’s chair and held out a plate of variable goodies in front of the man’s nose.

“You – I love to the end of my days,” Percival oozed charm.

“Keep annoying the witch, and you won’t have many left,” Maria warned him.

“Amen to that.” Isla chuckled.

“I’m taking you to bed,” Lucas said.

“I couldn’t possibly leave this wonderful plate that Maria has prepared for me,” Percival said. “But, I appreciate the offer.”

The vampire’s head snapped to one side on his neck as every muscle in his body felt the sharp sting of magic.

“Point taken,” he bit out and felt the instant relief as the witch pulled back on her magic.

“And just you remember that,” Isla said.