Addie's POV:

"People are going to start arriving for dinner," I whimpered, clutching Xander's shoulders and letting out a small moan as his fingers slid out of me after giving me an orgasm that left my body feeling somehow even more needy for him.

"I don't give a fuck," Xander said, turning me around and pulling me back against him, moving my hair to the side as he brought his mouth down on my neck, teeth grazing against my skin. He nipped at my neck, scraping his teeth against me hard enough to leave a small mark as he pressed himself against me. "You really want me to stop, love?" He asked, grinding against me. "You want me to stop right now?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, you know I don't want you to stop," I panted, flattening my palms on the dresser.

He chuckled and slid himself inside of me, his other hand gripping my hip and holding me in place as he sank in. I dropped my head, letting out a strangled moan as he thrusted into me. I was supposed to be getting dressed, that's why I was at the dresser. Then he came into the room and focused on just the undressing part of that before he set me on the dresser and well, I apparently completely lacked self-control ever since I knew what it was like to be with him.

It took a couple days for him to heal from that wound on his shoulder. At least it was the opposite shoulder from his other injury. I was glad when he fully healed for more than once reason; one, it hurt to have him be in so much pain and two, I kind of loved the way he held me so tightly when we had sex. I had to be gentle while he healed but at this point, he was back to himself, taking control and holding me possessively as he sank into me.

It had been three weeks since the incident and everything was as cleared up with the Elders and everyone else as it could be. The Elders were still very much an issue. The more we worked with them on this case, the more it became obvious there was corruption there. Corruption that Xander wanted to address but now wasn't the time, not while we recovered from the attack. Although no one died, plenty were hurt and we needed time to heal. Thankfully, we had more allies than before. The rogues we worked with were on their way to getting to form an official pack and all that drama out of the way meant I had more uninterrupted time with Xander.

We'd spent most of that time without clothes.

"Adira," he groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me harder, faster. God, he was good at this.

I whimpered and dropped my head, pushing back against him to get him deeper with each motion. He growled lowly and held me tighter as he pulled out and thrusted back in even harder, grabbing my chin and turning my head towards him before planting his lips on mine in a kiss that I felt across every inch of my skin. I whimpered in our kiss, breaking it. "Xander," I panted.

"Mine," he growled, thrusting into me harder and sucking my lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it and eliciting another whimper. He pulled out and turned me around, picking me up and setting me on the dresser before sliding into me again, his hand wrapping around my lower back. "Mine," he repeated, sinking in me so hard I couldn't help the whimper.

"Yours," I agreed, dropping my head into the crook of his neck, placing a wet kiss there, threading my fingers into his hair. "Your turn," I gasped at a particularly hard thrust, wrapping my legs around him.

"Yours," he said, brushing his lips against mine. "Completely yours, my love."

My love. I wasn't going to get tired of hearing him say that.

It didn't matter I'd lost count of how many times I'd been with him, every time felt amazing. It was like he was made for me. Just for me. Like our bodies knew each other and harmonized together so perfectly it couldn't be real. Except it was. It was real and the amazing sex wasn't the only amazing thing about him.

Xander was everything I needed.

His fingers dug into my ass and his thrusts became more urgent, pushing me forward, making me whimper, making my body tense in a delightful way. I could feel myself tightening around him as he moved in and out of me, could feel it building until I couldn't take it.

"Xander," I cried out, tightening my legs around him.

"Adira," he groaned, sinking himself deep and staying inside me, pulsating as he wrapped his arms around me and placed a gentle kiss against my neck. "Fuck," he panted. "You feel so fucking amazing."

"So do you," I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

He brought a hand up and cupped my face, running his thumb over my cheek as our lips moved together like we knew each other's movements before they even happened. I broke out of the kiss, panting, pressing my forehead against his.

"Remind me why the fuck we're having all these packs over when we could just do this all night," he grumbled, sliding his hand up and down my spine, his fingers dancing along my skin and leaving me aching to never have him stop touching me. "I want you for myself. I don't want to socialize."

"It's a thank you," I giggled. "We owe them. They helped us."

"You're the only Luna that does this," he sighed. "Plenty of other people are allies, they don't invite multiple packs onto their territory all at once for a dinner."

"I'm bringing my own human spin," I shrugged. "Deal with it."

He chuckled and shook his head, pressing his lips against my forehead. "You better make this up to me, love. I hope you're not planning on getting any sleep because I'll have to make up for lost time after this dinner."

"Every day is like you're making up lost time," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Because I can't get enough of you," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. "I'll never get enough of you, Addie. Hope that's not a deal breaker."

His tone was light but between my bond and his eyes that gave away much more than his words ever did. I knew part of him was serious and nervous about our future. We hadn't really talked about anything. After my lethal shot at Rego, things shifted. There wasn't a heavy threat over us anymore, there wasn't a need to be on constant edge.

We were safe.

We were safe and the moment we were safe, I wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him. I'd barely spent any time away from him over the last three weeks and I was completely certain I'd never get sick of spending my days with him. He completed me in ways I knew I needed and in ways I didn't know I needed.

"It's not a deal-breaker," I said, biting my lip.

"No?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over my jaw.

"Definitely not," I said, shaking my head. "It would be if you were sick of me," I teased. "That I couldn't live with."

"I'm never going to get sick of you, Adira," he said, vulnerability filling his eyes. "I can't. I adore every part of you."

"You adore me?" I asked, trying not to smile.

"You know I adore you," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Got me wrapped around your fucking finger so much it's annoying," he grumbled.

"Well that's good," I giggled, brushing his hair off his forehead and away from his beautiful eyes. "At least it's not one-sided."

"Does that mean you adore me too?" He smirked, nudging his nose with mine.

I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. Those green eyes that were the first thing in my life to ever make me feel at peace, feel calm. My whole life, I never thought a day would come I didn't feel the need to look over my shoulder, to watch every person carefully, to check every room in a house, to plan escape routes of every place I went to. I never thought that level of paranoia could go away but with Xander? With Xander, for the first time in my life, my mind could go quiet. It could go quiet and let me be at peace.

Being with Xander was like finally being home. A place I could feel safe. A place I felt...

Loved.

"I don't just adore you, Xander," I admitted. My heart hammered in my chest so much I could feel it affect my ability to breathe. He frowned in concern and that only made it easier to say what I was thinking. Because he was always paying attention to me. Because he was always giving me what I needed. Because I liked the person I was when I was with him; I wasn't scared and paranoid when I was with Xander, I didn't have to be ready for everything, he brought out a calm side of me I didn't think I had. There was no denying I was his and he was mine. "I..." I started, licking my dry lips, my heart fluttering nervously about the words I'd never said to anyone, at least not like this. "I love you."

His lips crashed down on mine so fast I let out a noise of surprise. He held me tighter, his lips moving against mine urgently before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine. "Say that again," he said, his eyes softening. "I need to hear it again."

"I love you," I whispered. Part of me felt insecure to say it again without him saying it but the look on his face was worth it. I would say it a million times to get that smile from him.

"I love you, Adira," he said, his lips brushing against mine. "I love you so fucking much," he whispered, pulling me into another kiss.

I tangled my hands in his hair, tightening my legs around him, doing anything I could possibly do to bring us closer. He did the same, his arms holding me tightly as we kissed so deeply, so intimately I felt like I could cry. I felt like in that kiss I could just feel him. Really feel him and everything he was. Everything I needed.

"Xander," I murmured, pulling out of the kiss.

"What?" He breathed, cupping my face and pressing a kiss against my cheek. "What is it?"

"I don't want to be without you," I admitted.

"I don't want to be without you, either," he said, nuzzling my nose. "Ever. I want you forever, Adira."

"Then maybe..." I said, nervously looking into his eyes.

"Maybe what, love?" He asked, his brows furrowing in concern. I loved the way he always gave me his full attention like this, the way he paid attention to even the things I didn't say out loud. It was like he already knew me so well.

"Maybe we should... Make that official," I said, brushing my hair away from my neck and tilting my head to the side.

His eyes darkened, flickering between my eyes, my neck and my lips. He finally rested his eyes on mine, his hands tightening on me.

"You want me to mark you, love?" He asked, his voice deeper and tone desperate. "Complete the bond?"

"Do you want to mark me?" I asked, setting my hand on his face.

"Do I want to mark you?" He chuckled. "Of course I do. I really fucking do. You're mine," he said with a low growl, dropping his head into my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Mine," he repeated, nipping at my skin.

"And you're mine," I breathed, tilting my head back to give him more access. "I'm yours and you're mine."

He smiled against my skin and placed a long wet kiss there, wrapping his hand around the other side of my neck and dragging his nose up from my neck, along my jaw to my own nose, where our lips brushed against each other and our eyes locked together.

I wouldn't get tired of that eye contact. I always heard eyes were the window to the soul but it took on a whole new meaning with Xander. With Xander, I really did feel like I could see into his soul and his soul was beautiful. So beautiful I just wanted more. I wanted to be with him in every possible way, be close to him in every possible way.

"Yes Adira," he said, sliding his hand down my back and pulling me tighter against him, so tight it was as if we really were truly one, two halves fitting together perfectly. "I'm yours," he said, pressing a soft kiss against my lips before moving his lips down to my neck.

I thought I'd be scared. I thought I'd be scared to let him mark me, to finalize that we were staying together forever. To know that he would be able to feel me even more, that I would be exposed to him even more than I already was. The thought of anyone knowing me that intimately had always scared me to the point I didn't think I could ever let anyone that close to me. And yet, as I felt his teeth graze against my skin, I wasn't afraid. I wasn't afraid at all because I loved him so much it filled me in ways I didn't think I'd ever feel. So I wasn't afraid.

I was ready.

"You're mine and I'm yours," he whispered, his teeth scraping against my skin.

"I'm yours," I said, letting my eyes slide shut, letting my nervousness fade away so the only thing I felt was how complete and whole it felt to be with him, my Xander. "And you're mine."

"I love you," he whispered. "Are you ready?"

"I love you," I said, tangling my hands in his soft, dark hair.

Normally I'd overthink it, analyze it from every angle, think of all the flaws and come up with a million ways it wasn't smart. I didn't get attached. I didn't let anyone in. I didn't get close. I didn't commit to anything or anyone. I couldn't.

Until him. We were fated. We were fated and nothing would keep us apart.

I nodded, tightening my legs, holding him as close as I possibly could.

"I'm ready."

A/N:
Well shiiiit it's kinda over 😭 It's bittersweet to end a book but I feel comfort in the fact that this will not be the last we see of these two, or the rest of Blackstone pack because most of them will be making appearances in book 2! Drop a comment to let me know what you thought of this last chapter!

What'd you think of Xander and Addie's interactions?

Oop, jumped into the heat of things, what'd you guys think of the steaminess?

Aww, they finally both said the "L" word and he marked her, thoughts?

Epilogue coming actually right away loves! ❤

On a more serious note, my work has now been stolen twice on Wattpad. I have resolved both issues but I'm really upset about it. Please keep an eye out and if you see anything that looks like mine, let me know immediately, thanks ❤