Chapter 22 - Pride

Jenna

Fighting the mate-bond is like walking through a burning house with no protection.

Ariel is carrying me on his shoulders, refusing to put me down while my face is redder than a tomato. My bosom is melting, my heart turning into mush as his cologne enters my nostril, making them flare. I'm trying my hardest to breathe, act normal, but my nose is in his neck, and his dark hair is tickling my lips.

Every curve, every straining muscle on his body: I can feel everything as he walks. It's nothing short of dizzying being this close to someone who just made me experience the most beautiful orgasm in my life.

Before Ariel, I didn't think men could make me orgasm; I was wrong.

"It shouldn't be very far to the castle," Ariel speaks softly.

I hug him tighter as he walks over a log, and he chuckles, squeezing my smaller hand in his over his collarbone.

Everything is magical, or it would be if I weren't so damn proud. I think I would b