last. Joined in mind, they were truly One.
“How could I not? I was more than a little psychic even before the wreck. I knew there was something different about you the moment you stepped on my foot.”
He chuckled and moved his heavy weight off her, settling at her side.
“Psychic?” He stroked her shoulder as he contemplated the ramifications. He hadn’t realized she had any kind of extrasensory abilities, but he could read now, the way her gift had helped her in the past. His new mate was full of surprises that he would spend the rest of their years discovering.
“It runs in my family. But I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened, or what I’m learning now, seeing inside your memories. It’s amazing. And a bit overwhelming.” Softened with awe, her voice washed over him.
“Do you understand what you see in my memories? Do you understand that you are my One? My raison d’etre ? My everything?” Anxiety filled him as he waited for her all-important reply.
She rose to lean over him this time, stroking his bristly cheek with reassurance. “When we climaxed together, it all came to me in a blinding rush. I’ll admit, there are some things I’ll have to think through and sort out, but the most important thing is that my heart recognized you, Atticus. Not only am I your One, but you’re mine.” She leaned down to kiss his lips sweetly. “And I want you to bring me over.”
He sucked in a breath of shock. “Are you sure?”
If she drank his blood, she would become immortal too. They would share eternity—together.
He’d planned to talk her into it in time. It was a big change for a human, and he hadn’t wanted to push. Now she’d broadsided him with her decision and her delighted chuckle told him as clearly as the mischievous thoughts in her mind that she enjoyed it.
“Yes, I’m sure, Atticus. I love you.”
The vacant place in his soul suddenly filled with her blindingly bright light.
The most sacred quest of his long lifetime had ended, and now he could get on with living and enjoying his immortal existence with a woman he loved by his side.
“I love you, Lissa. And I always will.”
She lightened his heart as he pulled her over him. With a sharp thrust, he brought them together once more, both ready for more. Sharing minds made all aspects of life better, they discovered as his cock drove home where it belonged, right up inside her, as far as nature allowed. She squirmed in delight. Her body knew his. It recognized its other half.
It was a slow joining, a lazy thrust and return that they both wanted to draw out.
“When you make me a vampire, will I have to suck other people’s blood?” She didn’t sound too thrilled with the idea, and he easily read the aversion to touching other men in her mind, which pleased him greatly.
“Now that we are One, you need only drink my blood. Our love and our blood will sustain us both now.”
“So no more biting the necks of women you don’t know?”
He grinned as he brought her higher with a deep thrust. “No, love. Just you. And I’ll bite,” he pulled her down so her heavy breasts were inches away from his mouth, “only you. All of you. From here to forever.” He reached up with his tongue and licked her nipples, pulling each deep into his mouth in turn, as she moaned above him.
She began to ride him, her breath hissing out as her pleasure rose, and he reveled in the wicked thoughts in her mind. His girl liked it a little kinky, it seemed. They’d have centuries together—Lady willing ¾ to explore all their shared desires. Atticus liked the wicked thoughts in her mind that marched so well with his own tastes. That they were compatible in this way was only more proof that she had been made just for him.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He liked the way Lissa gasped, her skin heating. He knew she was both embarrassed and enthralled by the idea of playing sexy games with him. “Answer me, sweetheart.” A