Epilogue
NIALL—A FEW MONTHS LATER
I let out a pent-up breath as the woman I loved appeared at the end of a dramatically long aisle. Her white-blonde hair fell messily around her shoulders, and the silver dress she wore clung to her skin like it belonged there as she strode toward me.
I barely noticed the bouquet of pink roses in her hands as I took her in.
My mate.
Both fated, and by choice.
Soon, she'd be my wife too, mine in every fucking way there was.
Her smile was brilliant as she gave her flowers to Kat. I took her hands, the gleam of our matching black nail polish catching my eye. She grinned up at me, our eyes locked.
"You got your ears pierced again for the big day?"
"Surprise." I winked.
"They're so fucking sexy." She went up on her tiptoes to kiss me, even though we hadn't started the ceremony yet.
"Your tits are way too distracting in this dress. At least half of it is missing." I kissed her back, forcing myself to make it quick.
"Good thing you love me naked."
I snorted aloud.
Merrily cleared her throat, a smile teasing the corner of her lips as she interrupted us.
We turned to her and made the vows one by one, promising each other our souls for the second time.
When I swept my mate off her feet and kissed her again, a hell of a lot more brutally, she melted against me while our friends and family cheered. Her magic brushed my skin, a sensation I'd come to love fiercely.
Almost as fiercely as I loved her.
I was never letting her go again.