“You’re mine, Seraphina.” He stared down at her as she fed, as she came on a shattered scream. “Starting tonight, you’re only mine.”
“Yes.”
On a rumble of satisfaction, he drew his wrist to his mouth and sealed the punctures closed with a swipe of his tongue. His blazing eyes were locked on her throat.
Sera brought her arms up around him as he lowered his head to her carotid and licked the fluttering pulse point that beat only for him.
And when her handsome Breed warrior—her eternal love—sank his fangs into her vein and took his first sip, Seraphina smiled.
Because whether she believed in magic or not, tonight she was holding the prince, the fairy tale, and the happily ever after in her arms.