Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Savannah turned to me, eyes wide. “Don’t let me fall asleep, Jaxson.”

“That’s the least of our worries,” I ground out, my voice rough. Heat

coursed through me, and I knew full well that as soon as we drank that wine,

we’d be doing everything but sleeping.

Worry wrapped around Savannah, and her lips pressed together. “We’re

not participating in an orgy, if that’s what you were implying.”

I raised the goblet to my lips and released my alpha presence, hoping it

might help Savannah keep her head on straight. “Whatever happens,

whatever you think you want, don’t let me fuck you.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

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Savannah

The wine was fruity and tart and better than anything I’d ever had.

Impossible flavors curled around my tongue—it tasted like tart cherries and

the summer wind. It smelled of sunlight and filled me with a sensation like

the world waking in spring.

Licking my lips, I moaned softly as the alcohol warmed my stomach. A

man with a chiseled physique pirouetted across the grass, shaking an

instrument with bells.

I laughed and took another sip of wine, then frowned when I noticed that

my cup was empty. Looking up, I met Jaxson’s intense gaze. He was

watching me closely, and though his body was as stoic as a statue, his eyes

were awash in emotions—desire, longing, and lust.

Warmth spread through me like the sun breaking through clouds, and it

felt like my insides were alive with sparkling bubbles. An immense joy

buffeted my spirits, and I raised my hands toward the sky and twirled.

Somehow it was dark now, and thousands of stars twinkled from the heavens

above like the lights hung around the garden, casting a warm glow over us.

“Let’s dance, Jaxson!” I dropped my cup and took his hand, trying to tow

him into the crowd of revelers, but he was as immobile as a rock.