Chapter Twenty-one

Icould still see the flashes of our future replaying in my mind. I'd never dared hope for a future. But now, in his arms, guided by instinct and sharing such a deeply intimate moment with him, I allowed myself to feel hope and excitement. I was going to live.

Beckett rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him, his stiff erection still deep inside me. His hands gripped my hips, and the new position had desire pooling in my belly all over again.

Leaning forward, I kissed him, loving the way his teeth nibbled my lower lip. It was almost scary how easily my body reacted to his… and how much I hungered for him.

I was deliriously happy, and for the first time in my life, hope filled me.

Hope for now.

Hope for us.

Hope for our future.

Who knew that hope could feel this intoxicating?

"Mine," Beckett growled, causing my muscles to tighten around him.

It seemed impossible, but he was already growing harder inside me. I studied my mate; the way his shoulders flexed as he guided my hips, the slight crinkles at the corners of his incredible eyes, the way stubble darkened his jaw.

"Yours," I whispered.

No matter what happened next, I'd found my love, my mate, my whole world. He'd given me the greatest gift; not just a chance to fulfill my dreams, but a chance to love, be loved, and to experience hope.

With every motion of my body, the need in my stomach wound tighter, looking for release.

His lips met mine again, and I opened my mouth for him. His tongue touched mine before swirling around in a playful way that sent sparks of pleasure cascading through me. Those sparks were followed by an explosion as I came apart.

I collapsed on his chest, my body spasming as he held me. Warmth rushed between my thighs, and I struggled to remember how to breathe.

"I've got you." His whispered assurance caused my eyes to prick with tears of joy.

He had me, and I'd never be alone again.