The wizard nodded. “Your body is already changing back to human. You could withstand the force of the potion before. Now, the potency of it is making your body revolt. That’s why you had a nose bleed when you’ve never had one before. There’ll be a transition while your body shifts back to fully human, but it shouldn’t kill. Well, you at least.”

“What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m not good at this kind of thing. Your bear is dying. Your mate will, too.”

Loving

Cateline

It was long past sunset when Marceau came to bed. The feeling of his body circling mine woke me up. I was far too warm.

“Marceau?”

He turned me and kissed my mouth desperately, his tongue plunging inside without much warning. My own hands went to his back.

There was something wild in the way that he was kissing me. He was pushing my nightgown up, revealing my thighs and touching my center. His hands rubbed the apex of my thighs until my entire back broke out with sweat. He broke the kiss and slid downward.

“What are you doing?”

His mouth answered it by latching onto my lower lips. I yelped as I felt the fire that he was building with his tongue. I felt like there was a bonfire burning between my legs and spilling into the pit of my stomach. The room didn’t have enough air. My body arched as I came violently. My mind was still exploding with white fire as I felt him slide inside of me, pushing my folds apart almost to the point of pain.

“Mine,” he said, and there was something in his voice—grief, sorrow, and despair.

“Marceau? What’s wrong?”

He just thrust into me a little harder, making me gasp. His loving was right on the line between intense pleasure and pain. I didn’t know if I was in pain or feeling blazing ecstasy.

I heard a growl in his throat as he filled me with warmth. He kept rocking on top of my body, even when nothing was coming out.

“Marceau? My dear, you are scaring me.”

He kept himself inside of my body as his arms came around me and he turned us on our sides. I put my leg around him, looped so that my foot was on the back of his thigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’ll stay with you. I promise. We’re married.” I kissed his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.”

I felt him hesitate before just nuzzling my neck, the sore spot where he’d bitten me savagely before. He licked it gently.

“I love you.”

I didn’t know if I should say the words, but his body was wrapped around mine. He’d just loved me with all the passion he had. I knew, in the bottom of my heart, that despite the blackmail, he really did love me.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Oh?”

“I smelled you before I even met you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your father…his belongings smelled like you. I knew that you were mine. He described his daughters and his stepson, and I knew that the only one who would consent to come here was you.”

“You could’ve smelled one of my sisters…and then you would’ve ended up with the wrong bride.”

“When he talked about you, my bear told me that you were definitely my mate. It was doubly certain when I saw you in person. Didn’t you know how I felt when I rushed you to the altar? I would have sent your father and his attendants home if you’d been the wrong one.”

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