Mates; True and Eternal (2 page)

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Close your eyes, my Sara,” he commanded, and in seconds they were gone, flashed, hovering in momentary darkness as Alexander began again with thrusts so slow and languid and delicious, Sara felt like a new bride again. 

Her body clung to his as they landed, just as her cunt squeezed around his cock.  A sudden gust of sea air filled her nostrils and she smiled.

The lighthouse.

Alexander’s lighthouse.

And when he pulled back from her embrace, his eyes shown with the dearest of love.  “Our balas would be conceived here, Sara.  Where I found freedom, where I was brought back to life – where I fell in love with its beautiful, kind and forgiving mother.”

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Are you sure,” Sara said, the surf at her back, her heart pounding with life.  “That you have enough love for three?”

Alex grinned then, his fangs dropping low as he continued to pump slowly inside of her.  “For three.  For four.  Maybe for more.”

Sara laughed, and as the waves crashed behind her, new waves swelled within her.   He was magic.   He was her life, her love, her true mate, and one day, he would be the father of her child.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, spoke sweetly to him, rocked with him as they made love.

And possibly a balas.

The End

The End