Hard Mated

“I’d like that.”

Myka tried to smile. “She was a crafty woman. Matchmaking to the last.”

“I’m glad she was.” Spike put his thumbs under Myka’s chin. “I’m glad she brought you to me. Mate of my heart.”

Myka kissed his chest, right over the place where his heart lay. “Mate of my heart,” she echoed.

“I love you, Myka.” Spike kissed her mouth, his lips warm with afterglow.

“I love you, Eron.”

Spike’s arms tightened around her at the sound of his real name, his naked body hot against hers. The jaguar tattoos moved with his embrace, as he scooped her up to him to kiss her again, this kiss tinged with wildness.

The moonlight touched them with kind light, and under that light, Spike carried Myka to the bed one more time, coming into her and surrounding her with bliss.

End