Epilogue

"Good morning, Mr. Wolf." Tamsin ran her fingers across Mason's chest as he growled, low and rumbling, as he turned on his side and brushed her hair back from her face.

"Good morning, witch." Mason leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Waking up with his mate next to him each morning was the most incredible thing.

No, not the most incredible thing.

That would be making love to her each morning. And night.

And sometimes in the day beneath the ancient oak tree in the sacred grove.

A place now shared by coven and pack,his wolf said happily.

Yes, how things had changed in the last couple of months since Tamsin's return.

And everyone had realized they had been fighting for centuries over a prophecy that had been written, not by some otherworldly source, but by a drunk witch.

And a conniving, opportunistic vampire, who had fallen in love with Tamsin and decided to manipulate everyone to get what he wanted.

A vampire bride.His wolf ground his teeth together.

But that vampire was now lost in the tavern's upstairs. Perhaps never to be seen again.

Or perhaps he had found what he wanted and decided never to return.

Or perhaps Lyril has hunted him down and torn him limb from limb,his wolf snarled.

His father. Was there a chance that Lyril had found what he wanted in those rooms? Had he found a way to be whole again? Something he had never been since he lost his mate. Mason's mother.

"Hey." Tamsin cupped his face in her hand and his eyes were drawn to the ring she wore on her finger. His mother's ring. "Am I boring you?"

"Never." He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"You were thinking of your father."

"You know me too well." As he looked into her eyes, he forgot all about his father and Valaky. This was not the time to look back, it was a time to look forward.

"I have known you in my heart since the day our eyes met at the summer fayre," she said. "Hey." She brushed her lips against his. "Let it go."

"It haunts me," Mason said. "At night, when I close my eyes, I see you running from me. I feel the loss of you leaving, of not knowing if I will ever see you again."

"But you know the answer to that," Tamsin said. "I am here, and I am not going anywhere ever again."

"I love you," he murmured as he stroked her cheek.

"And I love you," she whispered. "So very much."

He kissed her then, a kiss filled with love and longing, and a promise to himself. It was time to forgive himself and the part he played in Tamsin's isolation.

Our intentions were always good,his wolf reminded him.

They were then, and they were now. But unless he could move past that night, and let it go, he might taint their future and that would be unforgivable.

As their mouths moved together and tongues entwined, she stroked his chest, the tips of her fingers grazing his nipples, and sending electric shocks through his body.

He groaned and nipped her bottom lip as her hand moved lower, down his abdomen, and curled around his hardness. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down, working him with expert skill, until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," he begged, as he slid his hands into her hair and drew her closer, her lips pressed to his throat, and her tongue sweeping across his skin, sending heat blazing through him. "I need to be inside you."

"Patience, wolf," she whispered.

But Mason had no patience where his mate was concerned.

But he could fight fire with fire.

Cupping her breast in his hand, he brushed his thumb across her taut nipple, and she bit down on her bottom lip as she sucked in a breath. Lowering his head, he licked the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue before grazing his teeth across her skin.

"Not fair," she murmured as her hand flexed around his hard length.

He smiled against her breast and then upped the pressure on her as he slipped his hand down between their bodies and stroked her mound. She inched her thighs wider, inviting him to delve deeper, and he did.

Slipping two fingers inside her slick heart, he stroked her inner walls, while his thumb brushed her sensitive bundle of nerves. In and out he moved, knowing exactly how to bring her to the edge. Mouth and hands working in tandem, he took pleasure in the small whimpers escaping her mouth and the way her body writhed at his touch.

It was intoxicating to have this control over his mate's pleasure.

But she had control over him, too, as her fingers expertly moved, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Enough," he growled, needing to come inside her.

"Can't take the heat, wolf?" she said breathlessly.

"I don't want to take the heat," he replied. "I want to take you."

In one fluid movement, he flipped her onto her back, and moved to nestle between her thighs, the tip of his hardness against her heated core.

"Take me, wolf," she purred.

And he did.

As he sank inside her, they both moaned with pleasure. And as he pulled back, her body quivered around him, and when he drove back inside her, he was consumed by the delicious tightness of her.

Slowly at first, he moved. Each thrust met with an equal measure by her hips. She lifted her knees, changing the angle, allowing him to push deeper and harder.

There was something primal about making love with Tamsin. The way they connected on such a deep level, physically and emotionally. It was more than just sex. It was a bonding of two hearts, two souls, and two beings.

Two mates. They made love as if they were trying to make up for all the time they had lost.

Mason claimed her mouth as she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

His body ached with the need to come. But he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment.

He rocked his hips, moving slowly, each stroke of his hardness against her heat drawing a moan from her.

She arched her back, offering her breasts to him, and he accepted, cupping them in his hands, and pulling her taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

He felt her body clench around him, and he knew she was close.

Grinding his hips, he pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing her close to the edge. Then he stopped, rocking inside her, small movements until her breathing slowed.

"Are you playing with me, wolf?" she asked.

"Yes. I am enjoying making you squirm." He grinned down at her.

"And what happens if I take matters into my own hands?" She reached down between their bodies and started to stroke herself.

"That won't be necessary." He reached down and batted her hand away, replacing it with his own. As he circled her, her legs trembled, and her body writhed.

"I need to come," she gasped.

"Not yet." He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but the way she was grinding her hips was driving him wild.

As she took control, a smile played across her lips, and that was the biggest turn-on. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he flipped their bodies, so that she was on top, her hair tumbling down her back. Tamsin placed her hand on his chest and then began to move, grinding her hips as he filled her.

In that position, he could drive deeper, and his body shuddered as she rode him, her hips circling as he placed his hand on the small of her back and then sat up, capturing her nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over it, teasing and tasting as she threw her head back and called out his name.

He had never been one to draw things out for too long, but this was a different story. Making love with his mate was something he wanted to do all day.

She was like a drug, and he was addicted.

Her body was so beautiful, her curves so inviting, that he could barely keep his hands off her. But he could hold on no longer.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rode him faster, her inner muscles quivering. She was close, too.

"Come for me, witch," he growled, his voice low and husky.

His words were the last push she needed.

With a cry, she came, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The way her body quivered around his sent him over the edge. With a roar, he exploded, his seed filling her as his body pulsated with the force of his release.

They collapsed together, panting and breathless, as she nuzzled her face against his neck, and he kissed the top of her head.

This was a special bond, a connection that went deeper than anything he had ever imagined.

As they lay there, content in each other's arms, Mason couldn't help but wonder how lucky he was. That she had come back to him against all odds and now he was complete.

More than complete. His wolf grinned…wolfishly.

At last, the coven and the pack would be joined, and their differences set aside forever. For Tamsin carried the heir to both. A child that would be a DawnLight Witch and a DuskWood Pack member.