Chapter 36
JAX
As we lie together in the aftermath of our lovemaking, I know that being with Tippy has healed me.
More than therapy, more than magic even. Tippy is my magic.
I am no longer the guy with a bunch of neuroses, needing the crutch of a vape to see him through the day.
Nor, for that matter, am I the skittish wolf with a bad attitude and a filthy mouth.
(Okay, the filthy mouth does surface in moments of wild, unadulterated lust, but I know that Tippy loves my dirty wolf words.)
I am man, I am wolf. And I am the High Priest of the Dawnwrought Coven.
I am all of these things.
It’s crazy how my life has changed in barely a week.
And yet… It was always leading here, wasn’t it?
To this den, lying here with my mate, sated and content.
Because the gods and angels had a master plan.
They sent me Tippy. And somehow, she saw the good in me, somehow she dragged my sorry ass into the light.
And all that time, she loved me, faults and all.
As I lay next to her and she snuggles into me, my heart is full of wonderment.
I nuzzle her hair, run my fingers along her neck and feel the little raised scar of my mate bite.
“I bit you too, you know,” she says, her lips quirking.
“When?”
“On the mouth, that first time, remember. I claimed you first.”
I gaze down at her in my arms. “Did you not know I was yours already?”
“Maybe.” She giggles, her eyelashes batting.
I roll over and grin at her as I pin her playfully to the mattress. “So you’re prepared to claim me in public as your mate, right?”
She nods.
“In front of the whole of Vixenville?”
“Yes.”
“Even your mom?”
“Especially my mom.”
“And your sisters? And your cousins?”
Her eyes are soft and mossy as she traces the lines of my face with her claw drawn softly against the skin. “Everyone.”
I smile triumphantly, rolling onto my back now and pulling her against my flank.
We lie there in happy silence while I trace little circles around her nipple, which obligingly peaks.
She muses, “When I first met you, I’m sure I saw High Priest written on your forehead in indelible ink.”
I laugh. “Yeah, well High Wixen was written all over yours. Miss bossy britches shoving potions and smoothies down my throat.”
She sticks out her pretty tongue, and I immediately imagine all the things she can do with it. My cock hardens.
Her hand moves down and she clasps my knot. “After the day you’ve had, you should probably sleep,” she says wistfully.
“Nope, don’t need sleep.”
“If you require a potion to help you perform, I could mix you one.”
“Nope. I just need more of you. Your scent is intoxicating.”
“I think my heat is peaking. In a week I reckon I’ll be at my most fertile.” She smiles that little foxy smile. “Which will be the Spring Moon Festival. Maybe I’ll get an opportunity to run with the wolves…”
“Make that singular.”
“Okay. Just one wolf, then.”
“If you run, I will chase you. And when I catch you, I will impregnate you with our cub.”
“I’d love that, more than anything.”
“Fuck, yeah,” I breathe.
To think that we will make a cub together makes my cup of happiness overflow. One who will carry forward the new order on Earth, where humans and monsters will once again live together in harmony.
As she raises her eyes to mine, I gaze into her beautiful face, wondering if our cub would have her color eyes or mine. Or maybe one of each. Green and amber.
Then my wicked urges get the better of me. “Are you up for another round?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
She slaps me playfully. “Goddess, that’s not romantic.”
“Blame it on my wolf,” I growl.
Tippy chuckles, raises her face and we rub noses. “Well, tell your wolf he better give me multiples.”
“Oh, we will, baby. We will.”