Greedy

Chezzal’s face was buried in her back and he was kissing her skin lightly over there. She shuddered next to him and he steadied her by wrapping his hand around her tightly. Oh, gods, they found their third mate. They had succeeded. And now no one could snatch her away from them. All that his mind was thinking was that he would never lose her. Ever. In fact, he wasn’t thinking about it, he was feeling it. All of a sudden, he felt that the chest in his mind that was locked for hundreds of years had been unlocked and emotions that were worth of that many years poured in. There were so many memories of both him and Brishor feeling hollowness and sometimes having nightmares—but now everything was replaced with wonderful dreams and hopefulness. He was now needing and wanting and he thought he had fallen in love with his mate irrevocably. “We have to go for lunch,” Chezzal said softly against her skin. He didn’t want to go